That Kid

You know, that kid. The one that ruins Christmas and Santa for everyone else. I'm pretty sure I've got that on my hands this year.

Back in November, Kate came home from school and said something about Santa bringing presents. Will dispelled the Santa myth in our house last year once and for all, so I was surprised and reminded her about who brings the presents and not to tell kids at school. (I also did not want a repeat of the last three Christmases where she has screamed her head off anytime we bumped into the Jolly Old Elf or his Wife.)

Fast forward into December. She came home from school again and says, "I got into a fight today." I took a deep breath, reminded myself that fight likely meant argument, and dove in.

Me: Why did you get into a fight.
Kate: Well, it was about whether Santa is real or not.
Me: Please tell me you didn't tell the other kids that Santa isn't real.
Kate: Well, yeah.
Me: NaNa, we have talked about this. Not everyone knows the secret that Santa isn't real, and some families like to pretend, so we don't want to spoil their fun by telling the secret.
Kate: Oh, yeah, I forgot.
Me: Well, from now on keep that information to yourself.

So let me officially apologize to all the families that my daughter has told about Santa. I hope you were able to repair the damage.