For the backstory to this post, read here.
Last Sunday we took the kids to the Santa Claus parade. It was their first time going, and as far as I can remember, I think it was my first time too. Anyway, at dinner that evening, the Linguist had a few questions:
the Linguist: Is Santa Claus real?
DW: well, what do you think?
the Linguist: Ummm… No. Yes! Well, but then who left those presents?
DW: who do you think?
the Linguist: Well, Santa. Wait, is someone just trying to trick me?
Me: no, no one is trying to trick you…
the Linguist: Well, someone could be pretending that there is a Santa… but then who wrote that note last year? There must be a Santa.
For the sake of her younger sister, we let the topic drop. I don’t think it’ll last much past this year, though. I’m not going to go to great lengths to preserve this particular Christmas myth… although it is kind of fun in a sort of devious way.
