Presents are wrapped. Just in the knick of time before school lets out on Friday. Hopefully they are hidden well enough. The kid is getting more and more suspicious. Today the elf was “teaching” math to Barbies on her dry erase board and Jingles handwriting looked a little bit too much like mine. She immediately ran up from the basement and said “why does Jingles handwriting look so much like yours?” Of course, I was born on a Wednesday, but not last Wednesday. I quickly replied that Jingles can likely take on the persona of anyone. Well, this little smart ass is too big for her britches. She shot back “I’ve never seen Jingles use my handwriting or dad’s”. I asked her what she was accusing me of and told her that I was sure that Jingles is going to report her to Santa when she flies to the North Pole tonight. I also added a note to the dry erase board from Jingles (in Jingles normal, but different, handwriting) that said “I heard you this morning. You made me sad:(”
Having a child who still believes in Santa is exhausting. Especially at her age. For one, she’s way too smart. She’s much smarter than I was at 10. I don’t remember that far back, but I’m pretty sure she is. Either that or my mom wasn’t as good as hiding it and coming up with good fibs. As I was wrapping presents, I have to write all the tags in my special “Santa” font that is very swirly and fancy. I can’t slip and make them any different because I’m sure she analyzes each one. It’s exhausting! I also have to sort out which presents are from us and which ones are from Santa so everyone gets appropriate credit. We’re giving her the best ones this year though. She wants to be an astronomer, so we got her a telescope. She’s going to freak. No WAY is the big man getting credit for that! I also have separate wrapping paper for Santa presents because she can’t think that Santa sits here and wraps presents. How could he possibly have time to do that?! So I hide the Santa paper in a separate spot from all the other paper. Ugh! It will be so much easier when she knows the real deal. Although then I’m sure she will accuse us of lying to her all these years!
Oh well, I much prefer it this way. It’s a lot of work and I hold my breath every night when I move that stupid elf that she doesn’t hear me or happen to come downstairs when I’m moving it. But, I so much want to preserve her innocence. That year when you’re a kid and you finally learn the truth is a real letdown.