I Will Never Confess to Being Santa

Note: Originally posted at Crassparenting.com


At the bus stop last week after the kids were picked up by cheerful Mr. Ray, the driver of the bus, the moms discussed Santa Claus. My son Patch is the oldest on this stop at 10 years old. The moms asked me if I had told him that there was no Santa Claus. I looked at them as though they had three heads each. “Of course not,” was my reply.

I Hate the Christmas Elf on a Shelf

Bah Humbug! There I’ve said it. It isn’t as though I don’t love Christmas and the whole holiday season, because I do. It is a time where we head back to Chicago to visit our extended families and it is a fun time with the kids. It just seems that the world is conspiring to make this season more complicated and stressful than it needs to be. Well maybe not the world, but definitely my mother.