The Santa Question has been hovering with renewed urgency this year: Will Cubby believe?
Of late I've been getting the feeling that he kind of wants to believe in Santa. Other, random people have already talked to him about it, asking if he's excited for Santa to come, if he's been a good boy, etc. I have no doubt that if I played it up, talked about it all the time, left out the cookies or whatever, he'd be all over it.
But I can't. My mother asked me the other day, "You can't just lie?" Not really.
So I figured it was time for a talk. Just me and Cubby, mother to son. Just to feel him out a little on what he's been thinking about it.
It went like this:
Me: So, Cubby, tell me about Santa Claus.
Cubby: Well, you can't really see him at night. But you can sometimes hear him.
Me: What does he sound like?
Cubby: I can't really explain that.
Me: Well, what does he look like?
Cubby: I can't really explain that either.
Me: Um . . . so, what does he do then?
Cubby: I can't really explain any of it, Mommy.
Me neither, son. Me neither.
At this point, since there did seem to be some sort of belief already there, I told him that Santa Claus is a part of Christmas for a lot of children, that he sometimes brings surprises for them. I did not say that he brings presents; that Cubby could petition him for gifts; that Santa flies around with reindeer. I just couldn't get into it that far. But I did ask Cubby if he thought Santa might come to our house.
He said yes. So Santa will, some way.