“Mom…I know who you are,” announced my oldest daughter Nora a couple of nights ago as I was tucking her into bed. Caught off guard by Nora’s declaration, I froze for minute. I hadn’t realized that the words I just heard from her might have represented one of my greatest fears. My shy and slightly socially anxious adolescent self emerged from my past for a moment – “Nora knows who I am. She’s seen who I really am!” I thought , feeling for a minute like I just got caught doing something horribly wrong, but wasn’t sure what it was. I took a deep breath as my adolescent self receded, and then my present day mom self chimed in. “Who am I Nora?” I inquired. “You’re Santa,” she said as if words could wink. I sighed a breath of relief before a small amount of a different type of panic arose…from another part of myself. “I’ve been caught in the Santa Lie,” I thought to myself. Still…I played it cool as a cucumber. “Nora”, I said. “What do you mean, I’m Santa? I don’t have a
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