Because we are nearing the end of April, it makes total sense to want to read Christmas stories.

I always put Laurel to bed (because Rachel prefers Ching only). Part of the routine is reading a book--sometimes it is a chapter out of a large book or a whole small book.  Because we are nearing the end of April, it makes total sense to want to read Christmas stories.  

I don't want to read these stories.  They give me this feeling that I am behind in my holiday cards or wrapping.  Secondly, I don't want read them because Laurel is putting the screws to me in regards to Santa's validity. She has friends that tell her that Santa is fake and that parents just make pretend.  (I don't even have to ask who has told her this...that little shit.)  She asks me if I believe and of course, I say yes even though I usually have to be pretty specific with my Santa with a gift that is budgeted in the spreadsheet.  I skirt around the issue and tell Laurel that Santa is there for those that believe.  Those who don't believe don't have a Santa Claus.

I feel as if I am lying to her...a little white lie.  This is just the first of many that she will hear or learn to deliver:

• That doesn't make you look fat at all.
• Your baby is beautiful.
• I didn't call you back because I was busy.
• Of course, I had a good time.  I would love it if you called.

But the little whites starts with, "Of course, Santa is real."  And to make sure of it, Laurel told me that she is keeping her Christmas list secret.  If there is really a Santa, she will get what she has wished for.  I am counting down the days until December.