Parents And The Lies They Tell

"Yes there is a Santa." The tooth fairy is real." "We love you." Yeah yeah yeah, spare me. I've heard it all before. I wonder if the lies my parents told me when I was growing up turned out for the better or worse.

I don't have any vivid memories about the time I first realized Santa wasn't real. Although now that I'm an adult, or at least it says so on my driver license, I'm really torn as to what I should tell my future children. (A note: If I do have children I will be because I screwed up somewhere along the way.) I enjoy the fun of make-believe as much as any body but there's something about the Santa story that doesn't sit right with me. I don't know if it's the idea of little shit head kids getting toys for free, or the fact that the people doing all the real work get none of the recognition. I don't know. The whole things feels like it should just come to an end. Kids seem to find out earlier and earlier that Santa doesn't exists. So what the harm in letting this little lie go? Sure it doesn't do any harm but it doesn't seems to do much good either.

We're only eighteen days away from Xmas and already I'm sick of it, but that'll change because deep down I love christmas.

Laters,

Dan "The Man"

P.S. Plus when we get rid of Santa, we'll have room for Hanukkah Harry.

*EDIT*

If this blog didn't convince you to get rid of Santa maybe this blog will.