Easter has come and gone. Peter Cottontail is hopping back up the bunny trail, and parents everywhere are breathing a sigh of relief that their Easter Bunny duties are over. No more crouching down in impossibly small places to hide eggs and scrounging around for the perfect solid milk chocolate Easter bunny for the little ones' baskets (because everyone knows the hollow ones are a total letdown). Other than a possible visit or two from the Tooth Fairy that makes you wriggle a few bucks under your child's pillow, you're safe until December when you need to start perfecting your Ho Ho Hos and dropping hints as to what kind of cookies "Santa" really likes to find waiting w/that tall glass of milk on Christmas Eve.
Yes, holidays are so much more innocent for the young believers. We've all been there... enamored with the magic of the holidays until somehow, things just don't quite add up anymore. Maybe it was the glimpse of Uncle Joe passed out downstairs in his Santa suit with a bottle of whiskey on Christmas Eve, or the sight of Mom stuffing in a few last minute basket items that pesky bunny "forgot."
Tell us how you finally learned the truth or when you started to question the logistics of it all. Maybe you're frantically trying to keep the dream alive for your own kids or secretly wishing they'd just figure it out already. Either way, let us know about your own holiday hijinx of years gone by.
Monday, March 24, 2008
I'm a Believer
Posted by A Pea at 9:21 AM
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Wait a minute...you mean there is no Santa Claus?!?!?!?
I am the oldest of 4 kids, so I don't think I was ever told "there is no Santa or there is no Easter Bunny". My Mom and Dad just enlisted my help to keep the other kids believing for as long as possible.
The Tooth Fairy - I am a light sleeper, so there was no sneaking it by me ever. I remember my Dad trying to put the quarter in my tooth pillow and just smiling at him and saying "Gnight Dad"...
I hope my kids never stop believing, at least in Santa. I love the light in their eyes.
The Easter Bunny, however, I could do with out. There is chocolate all over my couch, I know one of those hard-boiled eggs didn't get found and will start to smell in about a week, and how do you keep tiny little jelly beans and colorful foil eggs away from your youngest one....UGH!
I honestly don't remember finding out about any of them. It must not have been too traumatic.
(Wow, that was a great story, T Pea. Tell it again!)
I don't remember how I found out there wasn't a Santa Claus, Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy. I do remember telling my Mom that I didn't believe in Santa anymore and she was trying to be all coy about it. I then said, "And while I'm at it, I don't believe in the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy either." The devastated look on her face made me feel bad about dropping that bomb on her. Or, was that a look of relief since she knew she didn't have to sneak around anymore? Hmmm...:)
T Pea... your memory rocks. Love it.
I don't remember this experience, but it has been retold to me many times by my mother. When I was 4, I asked her if there was a Santa. Being the honest lady that she is, she told me no. I then followed it up with "So, I guess that means there's no Easter Bunny either?" to which she again told me no.
My response?
"Well, keep up the good work."
You can say it. I was a very strange child.
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