WARNING!! THIS IS NOT A POST FOR KIDS!
Really. Not like any of my posts are. But this one would probably scar a kid.
So, what if your kid was the first one to find out that Santa didn't exist?
Would you swear him to secrecy? It is a juicy bit of gossip, a super hot piece of news! How can he resist?
A neighbor kid, named Max, came over to trade Pokemon cards with Dalton the other day. He is in the 4th grade. So that makes him what? 10? Yeah, I think so. So, anyways, I ask him what he wants for Christmas.
"Nothing" he replies.
"Why?" I ask.
"Well, I don't really want anything since I found out that Santa isn't real."
I freeze, my heart starts racing! I am terrified. He can't ruin Santa for Dalton! No way!!
Then I do the following to Max: Shoot him a death glare that says DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANOTHER WORD whilst shaking my head furiously and saying No, no, noooo like he doesn't know what he is saying. He gets the not-so-subtle hint that I give him (that Dalton doesn't know this deep dark secret) so he plays along.
Luckily, Dalton barely notices any of this, as he is completely wrapped up in the land of Pokemon, and which card trade he should engage in next. So, they wrap up their dealings, and Max leaves.
And then, after he goes, I think "What gives me the right?" Max did nothing wrong. And yet, I made him feel like he did. Is this what all the people who knew that the earth was round felt like, before everyone was let in on that little secret? Why should he have to hide it? Why should he be made to feel guilty for simply speaking the truth? And why, as parents, do we perpetuate this lie? That is what it is, right? Either something is true, or it's not...right? Is there a grey area when it comes to the fat bearded one? Is a lie okay, because it is done in the name of consumerism, gingerbread, and egg nog? Why not have a big pink bunny that hops around and delivers eggs, or a wee little leprechaun that messes up your house at night? Oh wait, we have those too. I know, it's all in good fun... Who am I to be such a scrooge? But Poor Max...I know how he feels. In the dog house for simply possessing something...the truth.
Who knew it could be so dangerous?