I had to have a conversation with my eight-year-old daughter the other day. You know the one I mean? About Santa?
We were driving in the car, and I broached the subject as βDo you want to talk about what your friend said the other day about Santa?β
Two days before, Iβd overheard her friend tell her that Santa wasnβt real. Then the friend took on the tooth fairy too when my daughter had asked, βDo you know your tooth fairyβs name?β
Her friend, a master of short, declarative sentences, replied with a snort, βYeah, Mom and Dad.β
All of this led to my tentative query in the car. Quite honestly, I was feeling pretty shaky about it. It felt like blurting out something that we can never βunknowβ even if we wish to. So, Iβd come up with a spin that I got from a dubious parenting manual (and by that, I mean the Internet). I was going to talk about how we can all be part of the magic of the holiday season.
I find it difficult bordering on tortuous to write about and talk about magic. I think of some of my favorite South American authors like Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Juan Luis Borges, and their easy touch with things that canβt be explained.
Then I wonder if some American pragmatism blocks my flow when it comes to breaking away from the observable. Or perhaps itβs my engineering brain. But either way, when I start trying to put words to experiences that canβt be rationally explained, I get very wordy. Itβs like I need to insist that I really am anchored to reality, and a lot of words are my lifeline.
So, when my daughter said she did want to talk about Santa, I started to roll out a lengthy explanation.
βWell, you know that everyone has different beliefs and whether or not you believe in Santa, thereβs a magic around Christmas time that comes from the spirit of generosity.β
She nodded and said, βYes, no one really knows what Santa looks like, so we all see it differently.β
I pressed on, not realizing that she was still pretty attached to the Santa thing.
Before I could launch into more, she interjected, βWhy donβt people want to believe in magic?β
Hmm, in my preparation for the talk, I hadnβt prepared a good answer to that one, so I asked about if sheβd heard what her friend said about the tooth fairy.
βYes,β she said, βhe said his Mom and Dad were the tooth fairy.β As I started to respond, my daughter continued, explaining something the tooth fairy had just doneβ¦βbut my mom wouldnβt give [my brother] a two-dollar bill for nothing.β
I stopped. I was magically saved from having a conversation that I wasnβt ready for anyway.
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