I have made it abundantly clear that I typically do not like other people’s kids.
Of course, there are exceptions to this rule—family and friends. Other than that? I’m out.

This past week is a prime example.

Some snot-nosed, booger-eating kid went around Owen’s kindergarten class confidently announcing that Santa Claus is not real.

Chaos ensued.

Owen’s teacher sent the following message to all the parents…

I appreciated the message. She handled it professionally—because she had to. That said, a small part of me would’ve loved to see the offending child (and maybe the parents) called out by name. or waterboarded.

Once I read the message, I immediately texted Leanna.

I’m happy to report that Owen was not one of the children crying at the thought of Santa not being real.

That evening, I asked him about his day. He said it was weird—a kid (I’ve been told not to put the name out there… BUT I REALLY WANT TO) said Santa wasn’t real.

I responded calmly and confidently:

“If Santa’s not real, how could I possibly have a live video of him and his elves working at their workshop in the North Pole?” https://www.youtube.com/live/s_zSsgOY10o?si=KT7ijVK4vMpNszHA

Crisis averted.

Now I can’t get Owen to turn off the live video of Santa.

If you don’t celebrate Christmas—or don’t want Christmas to be about Santa—do everyone a favor and keep that nonsense to yourself.

Let kids be kids.

-Matt Webb

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I’m a 37 year-old dad, proud husband, and on-time tick bite survivor. I’ve got two high-energy boys who think sleep is optional and gravity is just a suggestion. If there’s one thing fatherhood has taught me, it’s this: Emprace the chaos, buckle up, and enjoy the wild, snack-crumb-covered ride.

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