If you know anything about Marco you know that this is not a man with an affinity for Jolly St. Nic. (Unless it's he's the Dutch variety complete with stick for beating naughty children and a black slave under strict orders to kidnap said bad little ones off to Turkey in burlap bags.) When we walk past a stuffed Mr. and Mrs. Clause, Marco always makes sure to say to our tots, "What a nice generic grandma and grandpa set of dolls."
Part of me wants to be honest and tell Zina that there is only national debt and no Santa what so ever. Part of me wants to be able to bribe my children into doing my bidding by threatening them with "Santa is Watching" every time they start snipping my fine furniture to bits with kid-scissors. Part of me wants them to just be kids for a while and enjoy mystery.
Now what do I do?
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