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 โDo you want to talk about what your friend said the other day about Santa?โ
Two days before, Iโd overheard her friend tell her that Santa wasnโt real. Then the friend took on the tooth fairy too when my daughter had asked, โDo you know your tooth fairyโs name?โ
Her friend, a master of short, declarative sentences, replied with a snort, โYeah, Mom and Dad.โ
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 โunknowโ even if we wish to. So, Iโd 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 canโt be explained.
Then I wonder if some American pragmatism blocks my flow when it comes to breaking away from the observable. Or perhaps itโs my engineering brain. But either way, when I start trying to put words to experiences that canโt be rationally explained, I get very wordy. Itโs 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.
โWell, you know that everyone has different beliefs and whether or not you believe in Santa, thereโs a magic around Christmas time that comes from the spirit of generosity.โ
She nodded and said, โYes, no one really knows what Santa looks like, so we all see it differently.โ
I pressed on, not realizing that she was still pretty attached to the Santa thing.
Before I could launch into more, she interjected, โWhy donโt people want to believe in magic?โ
Hmm, in my preparation for the talk, I hadnโt prepared a good answer to that one, so I asked about if sheโd heard what her friend said about the tooth fairy.
โYes,โ she said, โhe said his Mom and Dad were the tooth fairy.โ As I started to respond, my daughter continued, explaining something the tooth fairy had just doneโฆโbut my mom wouldnโt give [my brother] a two-dollar bill for nothing.โ
I stopped. I was magically saved from having a conversation that I wasnโt ready for anyway.
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