Friday, December 9, 2011

Better Not Pout

"Kyle's mom said Santa wasn't real," little kid said about one of his kindergarten classmates.

"Hmmm. Weird."

"Why would she say that?"

"I don't know. Maybe they don't celebrate Christmas."

"They do."

"Well, then maybe she didn't sign up to have Santa come...or maybe she was a bad girl when she was little and didn't get any gifts and is still mad about it."

"Maybe so."

Thanks, Kyle's mom, and you're welcome.


Lin said...

Haha Kyle's mom totally deserved that.

Jennifer said...

Kyle's mom is a jerk.

nova said...

TAKE THAT, KYLE'S MOM. Good answer!

My mom always told us that Santa will keep coming and bringing us presents as long as we believe in him. When we stop believing, the presents stop. That shut us older kids up in front of the younger kids, and I still tell my mom I believe hahaha. Still get presents too.

I like the blog redesign. Classy.

Julie H said...

Kyle's mom you were so bad when you were a kid I just know it!

mmunford2000 said...

Here is something you can give little kid when the time is right...

Dear little kid (or Big kid),
Thank you for your letter. You asked a very good question: “Are you Santa?”
I know you’ve wanted the answer to this question for a long time, and I’ve had to give it careful thought to know just what to say.
The answer is no. I am not Santa. There is no one Santa.
I am the person who fills your stockings with presents, though. I also choose and wrap the presents under the tree, the same way my mom did for me, and the same way her mom did for her. (And yes, Daddy helps, too.)
I imagine you will someday do this for your children, and I know you will love seeing them run down the stairs on Christmas morning. You will love seeing them sit under the tree, their small faces lit with Christmas lights.
This won’t make you Santa, though.
Santa is bigger than any person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch.
It’s a big job, and it’s an important one. Throughout your life, you will need this capacity to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents and in your family. You’ll also need to believe in things you can’t measure or even hold in your hand. Here, I am talking about love, that great power that will light your life from the inside out, even during its darkest, coldest moments.
Santa is a teacher, and I have been his student, and now you know the secret of how he gets down all those chimneys on Christmas Eve: he has help from all the people whose hearts he’s filled with joy.
With full hearts, people like Daddy and me take our turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible.
So, no. I am not Santa. Santa is love and magic and hope and happiness. I’m on his team, and now you are, too.
I love you and I always will.

asnell said...

We had the nasty neighbor kid that blew the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus. My 7 year old son believed him for a day or so. I was so sad that this jerk had ruined it for him so early. After all, my 9 year old still believes.

Then one day my 7 year old played with the jerk kid and heard him call his dad an "ass". My son came home and said, "You were right mom. That kid is plain bad and I bet the Tooth Fairy and Santa just ignore him!!"

Yay! Santa is back! Thanks mmumford2000 for ammo for the future.

Mitch said...

Ray came home from school asking what a legend was. After explaining it to her she said, "X said Santa is just a legend." I asked her what she thought about that, and her reply was, "I think X is crazy!"

It's not going to be long though before she's figured it out...