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Out of the blue yesterday afternoon Casper asked me if Santa Claus is really real. I took evasive manoeuvres and asked her what she thought. She had a very logical approach - she talked about how there were so many people ('even in one house!') and it didn't seem possible that Santa could give them all presents.
I don't know if she thought this up by herself or some kid at school or afterschool has been talking about it. My family's Santa tradition is that everyone gets stockings, and those are from Santa, but in general we don't make a huge deal out of Santa. We've never done the mall photo op, and we left cookies last year, but it was all sort of low-key.
I do remember working out that Santa wasn't real for myself, probably at about Casper's age. So it's not outside the real of the possible. I also remember helping my mother fill the Easter baskets when I was 10, and being really sad about it. Even if you don't believe, it can be nice to see the fiction maintained. (Note: this may also explain some of my religious pretzelling.)
In gardening news, I had two cherry tomatoes off the plant last night, and need to dig up the basil for inside. I also weeded the bed on the E side of the house (with Casper and Dillo and little S. from next door's help!); my plan is to make it an herb garden (rosemary, lavendar, etc.), or native plant garden (um?), or butterfly garden (lantana, buddleia, etc.). Or something low-key and mostly not edible, at any rate (because of the risk of lead paint). My big bulb order is scheduled to come tomorrow, so I have to plan where to put everything and get them in the ground soon.
I don't know if she thought this up by herself or some kid at school or afterschool has been talking about it. My family's Santa tradition is that everyone gets stockings, and those are from Santa, but in general we don't make a huge deal out of Santa. We've never done the mall photo op, and we left cookies last year, but it was all sort of low-key.
I do remember working out that Santa wasn't real for myself, probably at about Casper's age. So it's not outside the real of the possible. I also remember helping my mother fill the Easter baskets when I was 10, and being really sad about it. Even if you don't believe, it can be nice to see the fiction maintained. (Note: this may also explain some of my religious pretzelling.)
In gardening news, I had two cherry tomatoes off the plant last night, and need to dig up the basil for inside. I also weeded the bed on the E side of the house (with Casper and Dillo and little S. from next door's help!); my plan is to make it an herb garden (rosemary, lavendar, etc.), or native plant garden (um?), or butterfly garden (lantana, buddleia, etc.). Or something low-key and mostly not edible, at any rate (because of the risk of lead paint). My big bulb order is scheduled to come tomorrow, so I have to plan where to put everything and get them in the ground soon.
