Helena found presents that were from Santa in the bedroom last night that Dalen had wrapped but had left out. After being confronted about it, Dalen had to tell her that there wasn’t a Santa Claus.
Dalen and I had talked all these things a few weeks before. I assumed that she may have already heard from other kids that there wasn’t a Santa Claus, but she probably brushed it aside like she does with conversations with me about God. Dalen said that she has asked before, but Dalen convinced her that there was.
Anyway, Helena asked three questions when she found the package.
- Is there really a Santa Claus?
- What about Rudolph?
- What happens to the cookies, then?
When I came down the next morning after my shower, Helena told me that she knows that I eat the cookies that are left out for Santa.
I was out at Target and Helena called me at 10 pm to tell me that she just found out and that she was sad (and cried). That was only 50 hours before Christmas, so it is really a bummer that she couldn’t find out until just afterward.