"M told me the truth about
Santa, you know." he mumbled from atop his bunk bed. I only caught the
glint of wet eyes because he was above my eye level.
"What Truth about Santa?" I
asked, nimbly skirting accidental disclosure.
"His mom said she bought
the Santa gifts. And Baba said yes too in the car when I told him…I knew
it!!!" he said in a voice wobbling with indignation and grief.
My little human's despair has never before taken my breath away like this. I should have expected it though. In the two years since his suspicions about the Tooth Fairy were confirmed (at age 7), he's been stewing over the
Santa Question.
