Spoiler alert: the following may cause some to doubt the existence of a certain yearly visitor who travels by sleigh and eats all your cookies.
Now, you’ve been warned.
No one warned me, though.
But suddenly, there was no mention of Santa.
The potential threat of telling my child Santa knew when he was sleeping, when he was awake, when he’d been bad or good no longer carried the weight it once had.
Maybe I should have known when my child stated that was “creepy” one year that something was changing.
In his younger years, I had a list to give Santa before the Halloween candy was gone.