Around the Holidays, my husband and parents go all out for my kids. My husband loves Christmas and the magic it brings. Growing up poor, he never expected or received much for Christmas so he doesn’t want our kids to ever feel that way; his motto–no matter how much we’re struggling to make ends meet–is: “Bills can wait, make the children happy. Let them enjoy the magic for as long as they can.”
My older son, Denny, knows the big secret though, but he tries to hide it from my six year old, Devin. Denny still remembers and talks about the horror he felt when his first grade teacher decided to drop it on him. He had pulled one of his loose teeth out and excitedly showed it to the rest of his classmates. When the teacher tried to take and throw it away, he screamed terrified that if she threw it away, a tooth fairy wouldn’t come and leave money underneath his pillow and so his teacher had told him that tooth fairies didn’t exist, Santa Clause didn’t exist; it’s moms and dads who buy gifts for Christmas and it’s moms and dads who leave money under the kids’ pillows when they pull out their loose teeth!
I was livid when I found out about this. You can’t even imagine the questions he showered me with when he got home from school that day…