Santa Claus and such things.

I have a tendency to worry about stuff. "is that enough of such-and-such?", "is that too much of so-and-so?".

Santa Claus has been high on my list of Things To Worry About When Raising A Kid. I've got tons of opinions, you might have heard some of them. I'll come right out and confess that I'm a little anti-Santa Claus. But I'm putting the cart way before the horse.

See, Santa Claus gets to go in the same boat as Pretty Unicorns and Really Awesome Faeries - both of whom I'm pretty cool with. I certainly do not yell at two year olds who like unicorns: "There's no unicorns and your parents lied to you and probably hate you!!" Yeah. Because unicorns are cool.

I'm assuming that in a couple of years, this battle won't even be in my hands, I'll be a General sitting on the couch, blissfully unaware that a battle is even being fought. And I'm not trying to call myself out as a hands-off parent, I'm just saying that Santa is pretty ingrained in our Middle-America culture, and unless I set out to make a Big Freaking Deal about it, I'm going to have to let a little Santa in.

I figure I'll be 'honest' about it and carefully sidestep issues about Santa's realism until we get to an age where that is relevant.

Look at me, taking a chill pill.

Howdy Santa. I think you're bogus, but if my little girl thinks that you're cool, I'm okay with that.