Or maybe not…
We are in full holiday swing, and this year it has been a great deal of fun watching the kids prepare for Santa’s arrival. They are both getting into it with gusto! Bring on the twinkle lights! Decorate the tree! Bake cookies! Talk ad nauseum about the carrot we are going to leave out for Rudolph on Christmas Eve (note to self: buy carrots). And best of all, turn up that holiday music!
While out and about on our travels we have been listening to my holiday favorites, and the kids are starting to learn them as well. It is just a boatload of awesome listening to my Littles as they belt out at the top of their lungs, ♫ Simply having a wonderful Christmas time! ♫ The other one we seem to hear a lot is the Jackson 5 version of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.
I’m singing along thinking nothing of it when Sofia hollers from the back of the vehicle in a rather distressed manner:
“WHY is that boy’s mommy kissing Santa Claus???”
Now it has been made very clear from the song that this boy’s daddy in none the wiser about what mommy and Santa have been up to. Not only has there been kissing, there has been tickling as well! You see where this is going, right?
Either the man kissing his mommy is not actually Santa (which I can guarantee you has not crossed my daughter’s mind yet), or Santa is indeed making the moves on the boy’s mommy. This could be much grander in scale than we think. For all we know, the dude could be making moves on mommies WORLDWIDE. Move aside Wilt Chamberlain! This has the potential to be the greatest scandal of our time!
Ok fine, that may be a stretch. But according the mind of my five year old: Santa and the mommy in question are doing something that is definitely NOT NICE.
Every now and then I run into one of those teaching moments about a big issue or a tough lesson in life. So often I find myself completely and utterly unprepared to tackle it when the situation unexpectedly presents itself. Strangely enough, this was one of those instances.
Because really, I do not want to out Santa for who he truly is and let loose the greatest deception a mother can bestow on her young before they are old enough to get over it (and make her the most hated child in preschool). Nor do I want to depict him and the boy’s mommy in a negative light. If it were three years later we would probably be having the “Santa Claus: Myth or Reality” debate, but not now. This required a fast and clever retort.
I am therefore happy to report that I handled it as cunningly and creatively as I usually do, by saying, “I don’t know….hey look at the pretty lights over there!”
Distraction: parenting at its finest.
All kidding aside, I could have been truthful and just said that it was his daddy dressed up as Santa, but I know my daughter. That would have just opened the floodgates. Why? How do I know for sure? Did I ask them? Did I check under the beard? Did I actually see him get dressed as Santa Claus? How did he get the outfit?
Never mind all that, what was the point of dressing up as Santa if it was past the boy’s bedtime anyway? And why would Mommy and Daddy be playing Santa Claus together that late at night? There was no way I was going to come up with a viable answer that quickly.
So how do you handle the Santa issue, and at what age do you think it is time to come clean?
Oh, and am I the only one whose kid had a problem with the I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus song or was it just my luck?!?!