Dec 13, 2017

Lies about Santa? They could be good for your child




“It’s her.” He hissed it to his brother, rapping Zeke hard in the ribs. 
“Who?” 
“It’s the mom.” Zeke stopped playing with the action figure he’d had stuck in his pocket 
and looked up onstage, where Nell was now directing the alto section. 
“Kim’s teacher is the mom?”
“She has to be.” Deadly excited, Zeke kept his voice in a conspiratorial whisper. 
“Santa’s had enough time to get the letter. She was singing a Christmas song, 
and she’s got yellow hair and a nice smile. She likes little boys, too. I can tell.”
“Maybe.” Not quite convinced, Zeke studied Nell. 
She was pretty, he thought. And she laughed  a lot, even when some of the big kids 
made mistakes. But that didn’t mean she liked dogs or baked cookies. 
“We can’t know for sure yet.” 
Zack huffed out an impatient breath. “She knew us. She knew which was which. Magic.” 
His eyes were solemn as he looked at his brother. 
“It’s the mom.” 
“Magic,” Zeke repeated, and stared,  goggle-eyed, at Nell. 
“Do we have to wait till Christmas to get her?” 
“I guess so. Probably.” 
That was a puzzle Zack would have to work on.



All I Want for Christmas




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By kodomo no tomo - kodomo no tomo, Public Domain, 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3137790


Developmental psychology suggests that fantastical beliefs in children are associated with positive developmental outcomes. 
And parents need not worry, children will bust the Santa myth themselves, when the time is right.





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Just the bikes, Dad, they told him. 
Santa’s making them, and he’s taking care of the big present. 
What big present? Mac wondered. 
No interrogation, no tricks, had pulled out that particular answer. 
For once his kids were closed up tight. 
That was an idea that disturbed him. 
He knew that in another year, two if he was lucky, they’d begin to question 
and doubt the existence of Santa and magic. 
The end of innocence. 
Whatever it was they were counting on for Christmas morning, 
he wanted to see that they found it under the tree.


All I Want for Christmas




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