It’s getting a bit touch and go here as to whether The Boy believes or not. There are a lot of question marks, indeed there are a lot of questions which are randomly fired at me at all sort s of times both day and night. I feel as though I am on the spot and that he is trying to trip me up. If my answers don’t tally then the game is up.
Him: “Can you go and see Father Christmas in Lapland?”
Me: “I am told you can.”
Him: “Is Father Christmas real?”
Me: “He is if you believe he is.”
Him: “Do YOU believe in Father Christmas Mummy?”
Me: “I believe.”
Sometimes he throws me googlies.
Him: “How can Father Christmas deliver all the presents to everyone all over the world in time?”
Him: Why are there a lot of Father Christmases in shops and everywhere?”
Me: Because there is only one Father Christmas sometimes he has to get people to help him so everyone is happy.”
Him: “Why does Father Christmas not give you everything you ask for even if you have been really good?”
Me: “Father Christmas always asks your parents if the presents he brings are right for you. He wouldn’t like to upset Mummies and Daddies at Christmas time.”
He’s working things out my boy but when he does finally work it out I just hope he’ll keep it quiet until his little brother is ready to ask those questions for himself…