Friday, December 20, 2013

I Still Believe

Sorry for the hiatus. I've had a little one home sick all week, and I've been down for the count for a few days myself. Although I haven't been up to writing (or up at all), a post I submitted to Project Underblog appeared there this week.

Only four days until we leave out cookies and milk for Santa. To the best of my knowledge, we still have a house of believers, but I think this will be the last one. My eldest is old enough that I fear I'll have to break the news to him myself sometime after this Christmas.

That's a worry for another day. For today, please head over to Project Underblog to see how I learned the truth and why I still believe.

An excerpt:

It was all Jimmy’s fault. It was December 1978, and I was in the second grade. Jimmy spoke with authority, but in second grade he was two years into a twelve-year career of copying my school work, so I wasn’t sure whether he was either knowledgable or trustworthy. I chose to remain unsure about the whole thing.
But then I snooped....  Read the rest at Project Underblog.

1 comment:

  1. I feel the same way. This is probably our last Christmas with the secret, and yet I hope it isn't.