While walking (holding hands so as they say, HHWW) at the mall with my husband to do our Christmas shopping:
Husband (H): What will we buy for Yenyen (our daughter)
Wife (W): I’m thinking doll house but let’s look…
H: What about Santa?
W: What? (Not sure what I heard…)
H: Santa, what’s Santa’s gift for her?
W: Oh, she knows there’s no Santa. (Our daughter is 3 years old by the way)
H: (unclasped his hand from mine) What?! What did you tell her? Why did you do that? KJ! (kill joy)
W: (shocked and lost, I grew up aware and ok with the fact that Santa
The following is a fun read and amost captures exactly what I have in mind (except maybe relpace Amazon with Lazada or SM… and ToysRUs as is). Enjoy!
PS: I’m an Xennial – that generation that’s smack in between gen X and the millennials. Yes, please remember that we exist! 🙂
Why do people still insist on telling their kids that Santa is real? Why don’t people think it’s creepy to tell their kids that Santa watches them while they sleep?
Happy Festivus, NPT:
Oh don’t get me fucking started on Santa Claus. I don’t know what I hate more about the Santa myth. Is it how inextricably bound Santa is with forcing behavioral normativity onto children? (Here’s a mind-blow for you: being “good” is actually just “acting in a way that is convenient to adults,” and adults, for the most part, are assholes.) Is it how cruelly capitalistic and class-unaware Santa is? (Oh, sorry, poor kid in class, I guess you were “bad” while Chet the rich little shit who gives you a swirlie every morning just scored an entire Best Buy! Welcome to fucking capitalism!) Is it the blatant disregard for the space-time continnum? Is it that…
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