A 10-year-old Maryland girl named Belle recently started demanding every day that her parents tell her the truth about Santa, so reluctantly, they did. "And she may never speak to us again," mom Nicki Adams lamented in a Facebook post once they spilled the sprinkles, so to speak.
Adams also shared a photo of a note Belle wrote expressing the depths of the existential crisis this revelation forced her into. It reads:
"You have no idea what you just did. I really tried to believe. Everyone told me it's your parents. I can't believe you anymore. Is the Easter bunny real? How 'bout the tooth fairy, huh? You just ruined a 10-year-old child's LIFE. Thanks. Nothing will make me feel better. You lied to me about something I loved that broke my heart."
Ugh. Heart shattered.
But then, Belle signed her tortured missive with a drawing of a hand with the middle finger extended. That was the touch that left my jaw on the floor. Because if my daughter directed that image at me, my reaction to her letter would have shifted quickly from guilt to indignance.
I mean, it's a tough pill to swallow that Santa isn't real—I still remember how betrayed I felt as a kid when I found out—but show your parents some respect, huh? It isn't easy keeping this charade up year after year. My daughters recently discovered the roll of wrapping paper I planned to reserve for Santa's gifts, so I told them he emailed me to ask that I buy it and wrap some things for him given his tight schedule this year.
I am dreading the day my young children demand to know the truth about Santa. My second-grader's peers are already trying to ruin the fun. She came home and asked why they didn't believe. My answer? "Those who don't believe, don't receive." And for now, that's good enough for her.
What is your reaction to this little girl's letter?
Melissa Willets is a writer/blogger and a mom. Follow her on Twitter (@Spitupnsuburbs), where she chronicles her love of exercising and drinking coffee, but never simultaneously.