Christmas is right around the corner and Jon and I are having a difficult time knowing what to tell the Lil'un. You see, Jon and myself aren't religious people, we are extremely spiritual, but not religious. We do not celebrate the Christian aspect of Christmas and we are also pretty heavily anti-commercial when it comes to the whole Have To Buy So Much Shit To Show People You Love Them thing. So, what to do? We have an artificial Christmas Tree that was given to us by Jon's father because we weren't going to have one at all (I'm SO not down with people cutting down millions of trees to set them up in their living room to die for a Bullshit Holiday). We set up the tree each year, and tell The Girly the story of the real St. Nicholas and that Santa Claus is all a part of the disgusting consumerist "make believe" world. She doesn't fully get it, but she knows that Santa Claus isn't real. Actually, I think she was relieved he isn't real, the thought of a weird man in a bright red suit breaking into your house every year is kind of freaky ... I mean if I were a four year old it might freak me out. So, we have a few gifts, mostly stuff we've made. Last year we did buy her gifts, she got the set of Shel Silverstein's works. We don't go overboard and buy as much crap as we can, because in the end that's all it is ... crap.
The Girly is getting outside information, though. Her grandparents tend to tell her about Santa (of course they also tell her about Heaven and all that jazz, so there is constant re-programming going on *rolleyes*) and she is kind of confused that these adults in her life believe in something she clearly knows to be make believe. I have observed that the affect is that she thinks they are all off their rocker for believing such nonsense.
That-a-girl, Sweetheart!
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