hy does that sign say, ‘Believe!’?” my son asks.
He’s spotted an ad while we’re waiting on the platform for the brown line train. Fat flakes of the first real snow in Chicago float down around us. Christmas is definitely in the air.
“Believe in what?”
I’m not in the habit of lying to my kids, and while I am guilty of errors of hyperbole from time to time (OK, gum will not make your teeth fall out of your mouth immediately) I do try to answer their questions directly. But this is a tough one.
I know the non-believers in the second grade have begun to whisper their doubts. Like a virus it spreads, making kids question fundamental symbols of the season.
But I want my sons to believe.
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