No. Not that talk. The other one. You know . . . the one about the man in the red suit. Ya. That one.
Before Christmas this year, Jessica and I knew that it would be the last one for Eli. That one where he’d believe in Christmas the way an innocent little boy does, where everything is magical and the need to make everything truly explainable doesn’t exist. He was simply putting too much together throughout this last year but Jessica and I held on to that hope that we could squeak one more Christmas out before we’d have to have “The talk.” We knew that if Eli asked us flat out, it’d be time. We’ve always prided ourselves with being totally honest with our kids but we’ve always made just the one exception for the magic that is Santa and Christmas. We had always explained that the important thing was the spirit of hope, love, giving, and the connection that Santa and Christmas causes us to feel and how it’s a reminder to focus on the good in this world after what is typically a year with lots of downs. So, while we always did that, we also tied it to the jolly man with the elves.