Quite possibly one of the harder questions I've been asked.
Today I picked up my kids and my daughter was all out of breath, waiting to tell me about her day. She said, "Mom. The boy in my class said he doesn't believe in Santa!"
She continued. "And I told him, 'Where do you think the presents come from? Do you think they come down the chimney by themselves?'" She burst out laughing.
My son chuckled. "Yeah. Or do they unlock the door and walk in?"
The laughed hysterically and I started to calm down. I wasn't ready to tell the Christmas truth yet. Then,
"Mom," my five-year-old asked. "Do you believe in Santa?"
And I froze. Seriously. All the sudden all these thoughts started swirling through my head. About the true meaning of Christmas. About religion and about being generous. About how my heart warms when I see lights and suck on candy canes. How could so much come down to just one question? If I said No, did that mean that it was all a lie? All of Christmas was just one big fat lie??
"Yep," I answered instead. "I do believe in Santa."
I swear, they cheered. I glanced in the rear view mirror as they smiled at each other and laughed, talking about how the stupid kid at school wouldn't get any presents because he didn't believe in Santa.
They didn't get the point, but I still felt okay with my decision. Because for one more year, they have something to believe in.