Yes, Sam and Jake, There Is a Santa Claus
Last Friday we took Sam and Jake to see Somebody's Darling at the Kessler. Three of the musicians in the band have been teachers at School of Rock, and Nate, the drummer, just happens to be one of Jake's favorite people ever. Jake was nearly in tears at the thought of getting to see Nate in person and on stage. And Nate didn't disappoint. Neither did the band. They are good - "on the verge" good I heard someone in the audience say.
Before the show we took the boys out to eat. Just us four. I was looking forward to it because eating out with all three kids can still be a challenge but eating out with two seems much more manageable - man-to-man defense, if you will.
Seconds after we sat down Sam and Jake got serious. "So we know there is no Santa Claus," Sam said. "Yeah. It's impossible. Someone who did what Santa does would burn up," Jake added. "We think you eat the cookies and put out the presents."
So there it is. November 30, 2012 - the day the music died.
Initially I didn't confirm or deny. "Are we really having this conversation right now?"
"Yes," Jake said. "We want to know."
"Then, yes. It's Dad and me. But listen. If you tell Abby I will be so upset. Please don't ruin it for her. Or me. It's so much fun when you guys believe. It truly is magical and these days you don't believe long enough."
Truth be told I think Sam stopped believing a couple of years ago, but it's not his style to ruin it for anybody else. That's Jake's style. He wouldn't tell you outright there is no Santa, but he'll debunk every legend until you don't believe either.
In spite of it all, General Jolly Apple Snowball, our elf on the shelf, appeared December 1, as he has for the past three years. And despite Sam and Jake's newly confirmed suspicions, they both were surprised to see him. Saturday morning, after they found the elf peeking out from their bookcase, Jake pulled me aside. "So I know you are Santa, but how DOES that elf get in the house every year?"
Before the show we took the boys out to eat. Just us four. I was looking forward to it because eating out with all three kids can still be a challenge but eating out with two seems much more manageable - man-to-man defense, if you will.
Seconds after we sat down Sam and Jake got serious. "So we know there is no Santa Claus," Sam said. "Yeah. It's impossible. Someone who did what Santa does would burn up," Jake added. "We think you eat the cookies and put out the presents."
So there it is. November 30, 2012 - the day the music died.
Initially I didn't confirm or deny. "Are we really having this conversation right now?"
"Yes," Jake said. "We want to know."
"Then, yes. It's Dad and me. But listen. If you tell Abby I will be so upset. Please don't ruin it for her. Or me. It's so much fun when you guys believe. It truly is magical and these days you don't believe long enough."
Truth be told I think Sam stopped believing a couple of years ago, but it's not his style to ruin it for anybody else. That's Jake's style. He wouldn't tell you outright there is no Santa, but he'll debunk every legend until you don't believe either.
In spite of it all, General Jolly Apple Snowball, our elf on the shelf, appeared December 1, as he has for the past three years. And despite Sam and Jake's newly confirmed suspicions, they both were surprised to see him. Saturday morning, after they found the elf peeking out from their bookcase, Jake pulled me aside. "So I know you are Santa, but how DOES that elf get in the house every year?"
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