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But I've got a problem with Santa.
Last year, a friend of mine's husband was away for a few days in the middle of December. I saw her for a quick catch up during that time, and she pointed out that her sons had seen Santa more that week than they had Daddy. (Four times as it happens: two toddler groups and two different nursery parties).
Also last year I was chatting to L about Christmas generally. She was asking about Jesus and we talked about the nativity story.
Mummy, she asked me is that true?
Well, Jesus was a real person, but we don't know how much of the Christmas story is true. Some people believe it all, but other people believe different things.
And what about Santa?
You can't do comparative religion with Father Christmas, it turns out.
And then there's the story, probably apocryphal, about the child who, when he found out the dreaded truth, burst into tears of betrayal: "But Mummy, you lied to me".
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not going to tell my children it's all a lie. I'm not that uncaring about every other child in their classes for a start, and even cynical old me likes seeing their little faces on Christmas morning; but I am increasingly thinking the whole thing is a bit, well, odd.
Don't you think it's rather a weird thing to do? Where does it come from in the first place, this big conspiracy? What difference does it make if the presents come from people who they know and who love them rather than from a fat white man in an odd outfit? It's strange, too, that when we are increasingly advised to be honest with our children at all times (within the parameters of what they are capable of understanding) we all, or almost all, unthinkingly perpetuate this untruth.
But, and despite the oddness, I won't tell them, and I will keep hedging my answers with "What do you think?" and "Well, who fills the stockings then?"; the same stockings that I will also keep hanging up by the fireplace. I will keep reading the Night Before Christmas and The Empty Stocking (which I love, even with my cynical hat on). And I will keep hoping that, for the next month at least, they'll be slightly better behaved as a result...
But at the same time, when they do find out, I'll be ok. I just hope they will be too.