Is the Jig REALLY Up?

Remember that story a few weeks ago when we lost the mother fucking Elf on the Shelf, and I was all panicked that it might be the last Christmas for believing in Santa in my household?  Well, it saddens me beyond words, but I’m pretty sure the jig is up (at least for my son anyway).  Yes, the little dude pretty much told my husband and me in a round about way that he’s not no longer buying what we’ve been trying to sell him for the past eight years.

So it was Christmas Eve and time to arrange the traditional plate of cookies and thank you letters to the red-suited fat man himself.  And while my daughter was practically bursting at the seams to put pen to paper, my son was absolutely nowhere to be found.  The kid didn’t have the slightest bit of interest in participating in any of our normal preparations for Santa’s big arrival.  In fact, we couldn’t even get him to sign his flippin’ name on the note that my daughter had so meticulously constructed all by herself.

I immediately felt a pit in my stomach as I wondered if my fears were actually coming true.  After all, third grade was the very same year when someone at school had spilled the beans to me about the whole Santa gig.  Had some little punk done the same thing for my son, as well?  I was all prepared to kick some serious elementary school ass when the voice of reason (also known as my husband) suggested having a little one-on-one pow-wow with the boy about just what was going through his young and impressionable eight-year-old mind.

Unfortunately, though, the only thing my husband was able to extract from the entire three-minute conversation was that Santa “didn’t really make sense” and some other mysterious ramblings about something to do with “outer space“.  (Did I mention that the kid is easily distracted by shiny objects?)  So, naturally, I over-analyzed the shit out of every single piece of dialogue that took place and concluded that our little guy was trying his darnedest to change the subject because he knows how badly we still want him to believe.  Ugh.

I suppose I should just be grateful that he didn’t spoil all the fun for his sister and that the kid is actually smart enough to put two and two together.  But I can’t help but be bummed to realize that this particular phase of innocence is quite possibly over for him.  Sure I may moan and groan about all the shopping and wrapping and hiding of presents, but truth be told, I LOVE playing Santa.  It just makes Christmas that much more magical for me.  And I’m sure it’s only a matter of time now before my daughter figures it all out too (dammit!).  So in the meantime, I’ll just sit here twiddling my thumbs and maybe, even quite possibly sending out a few threatening emails to some rather unsuspecting third graders…..



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9 Responses to Is the Jig REALLY Up?

  1. cara fadeley says:

    I have always told my kids (now 13 and 11, I think this is the first year the 11yo doesn’t believe) that they must believe to receive. They have asked me if I believe and I have always told them that yes I believe in the spirit and magic of Santa. If they ever come out and tell me they don’t believe they will wake up in the am to no presents from Santa (ok under the tree that is) We still do the cookies, milk and put our wish lists and wrapping paper out on St Nicholas Day (they get treats and PJ’s in their stockings for their help)

  2. Valerie says:

    I have two kids, 11 years apart. When my son was younger and my daughter was born, we told him the magic was back because now he was blessed with the joy of playing Santa. My daughter is now 1 month shy of 10 and has been questioning the big guy; she’s too smart. My response to her has been, ” when you quit believing in the magic of Christmas the magic will end. It’s your choice. I choose to believe in the magic.” We did leave our Cookies and Egg Nog out this year & we left carrots for the reindeer. Lucky me…I got one more year out of it. I don’t want to grow up just yet.

    • Whoa Valerie,

      Are you me? My kids are 11 years apart but I know that this is the last year for my 8 year old daughter. She is a big girl and a disbeliever regardless of what her brother and I do.

      Yes Valerie, we must be big girls now. 🙁

  3. Jenn says:

    Awww, boo! I think it’s probably sadder for you than your son though. A few days ago we were babysitting for friends who have taught their kids from the beginning that Santa doesn’t exist. So no more than thirty seconds after their kids walked through the door and we announced that we would all be piling in the van to go look at Christmas lights, one of my friend’s kids hollered, “You know Santa doesn’t exist!! He’s not even REAL!!” My son looked offended and yelled, “Yes he IS!” and then I intervened before things could get really ugly.

    Fortunately my son has the attention span of a flea and so I think I just shouted, “Look! Squirrel!” or something like that and he forgot all about the incident. But yeah, I hate it when other kids spoil the fun! But you know, if your little guy figured it out all by himself, then I think you’ve got a smart cookie on your hands. 🙂 And that’s a good thing, right?

    Just buy him a Stephen Hawking book and start debating String Theory with him. There’s no way to prove that alternate parallel realities don’t really exist… you can tell him Santa exists in a parallel plane…

    Okay, just ignore me at this point… I’m in the process of coloring my hair and I’ve been inhaling too many toxic fumes… LOL

    Smiles, Jenn @Misadventures in Motherhood

  4. Oh we’ve lost the dam thing too and once we found it he didn’t move for a couple days then my daughter came up and asked “have I really been that naughty that Zeke hasn’t even moved from this spot!”

    Poor thing! My son has almost let it slip a few times to his sister but figured out that if he
    Spills then he suffers!

    I think you should tell your son that then he’ll never be tempted!

    Happy New Year to you and your munchkins!


  5. Ally says:

    I was both saddened and relieved when my son let us know that he knew. But in our house, you have to at least pretend you believe to get gifts from Santa!

  6. Laci says:

    We have a third grader too and I was worried about that too this year.

  7. My 8 year old daughter says that she does not believe. She spent a couple of days pouting because she did not have presents under the tree and I reminded her that Santa did not deliver presents early and that HE DID NOT DELIVER TO THE UNBELIEVERS. She said that I was being silly but she still left a letter for Santa telling him what she wanted. She left the note but did not know whether or not to believe. Her grown up self told her that Santa was for babies but her baby self allowed her to believe just a little bit. I did my normal routine and left the tree presentless until the wee early hours of Christmas morning but I too know that the jig is up. Oh well.

  8. Vinobaby says:

    Oh, I feel you. My 8-yr-old son “seemed” to be playing along this year, but it was as if his heart wasn’t in it. I didn’t have all the answers for his questions, and, well, he’s just getting to damn perceptive and scientific to not start wondering.

    A big piece of my heart will shrivel when he admits the jig is up, but then again, some things will become MUCH easier.

    This growing up stuff sucks.

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