How To Say Santa In French

The holidays can be so stressful... dealing with shopping, blistering, waking up in a common cold sweat when I realize I forgot to motility the darn elf, and oh aye, dealing with the Santa interrogation.

Up until this point, I've been able to play the Santa thing with no problem. No questions. No doubt. My kids just took everything I said virtually Santa as gospel.

He lives at the mall until Christmas Eve.

He has elves who go to Target while the other elves stay at the North Pole to make the toys Target doesn't sell.

He manages to come down the chimney without setting the alarm and aye he eats ALL the cookies ALL the children everywhere leave him. That'due south why he'south then large.

But, this yr, both of my girls want to know more about this man nosotros phone call Santa. Anyone who knows me can tell yous I don't have a poker face. And so, lying is not my specialty. Simply, for the sake of Santa and all things Christmas, I exercise my best. I think it's working… well, sorta.

Cue "The Santa Interrogation."

My viii-twelvemonth-quondam has been request me about all the other "popular-up" Santas we've been seeing at different craft fairs, tree lightings, and other events.

"Those aren't real, correct mom?"

Think fast woman!

At the hazard of having her believe that Santa runs around all over and leaves his post at the mall, I reply, "Right, those aren't real. They just assistance Santa because they know he's so busy. They're kinda similar elves, just only a step up."

Buy it, come on, buy it!

"Yep mom, that's what I thought. Merely the one at the mall is the real one, right?"

Quick answer here.

"Of course, the mall Santa is the real deal."

Now the pull a fast one on is to only go to ane mall and so they don't run across all the other ones. Oh yeah, h e sleeps in the food court at dark also… no I didn't say that, only I wanted to.

Whew! Dodged that one.

Adjacent.

Now my 6-yr-quondam is getting in on the action.

"Mom, how does Santa make information technology to all the boys and girls on Christmas Eve?"

Why, why do you desire to know? Recall fast…

"It's part of the magic of Christmas. No one actually knows."

Really lame answer, I know.

Silence. No response. She may exist on to me.

"Santa ever remembers what I want, that'due south absurd."

Yeah! Faith restored. We're good!

"Mom, what does Santa exercise when it'southward not Christmas?"

Who cares?!?

"He takes a squeamish holiday because Christmas makes him so tired."

That was an easy one.

"How does Santa know where we live?"

He Googles united states of america.

No, really, "He just knows. Santa knows everything."

Silence.

Exit children from the table.

The Santa Interrogation is over… for now.

Sigh.

Although the endless questions can get a fleck much, I know I'thousand going to miss this time. When else tin I tell my kids that it'due south OK to sit on a strange old man's lap and it'due south fifty-fifty more OK to let him break into our house once a year to leave presents without taking one thing? What's even better is that he knows when yous're sleeping and knows when you lot're awake, and then don't bother sleeping with one eye open because he'll know that too.

Christmas truly is a magical time, isn't it?

This post was originally published on The Mommy Rundown.

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