Mommy, is it you writing Santas name on my presents?

It was dinner time. My seven-year-old son, Cameron, had helped my husband and I decorate our Christmas tree just the day before.

I knew this question was coming, but was I really about to take the magic out of the holidays and in a pandemic, no less? I hung my head and quietly, honestly, responded: Yes.

Youve been lying to me my whole life? my son muttered. He picked up a small wooden ornament shaped like the big guy. So fake.

My heart must have shrunk three sizes that day, but I think deep down he knew the truth, too.