No thanks Santa

Our town had a breakfast with Santa at the B&G club Saturday morning. On Friday night I asked the pole if he wanted to have breakfast with Santa tomorrow and he told me “NO!! I don’t want Santa downstairs!” (I guess he thought I meant Santa was coming for breakfast at our house). I explained it was somewhere else and there would be fun things to do, etc…he didn’t care. He told me he doesn’t want Santa to come to our house. I told him that Santa brings presents and I can call him and let him know to leave the presents on the deck and daddy will bring them inside.

He looks me dead in the eye and matter of factly tells me to call Santa and tell him not to come over b/c “mommy and daddy” can buy the presents for Christmas instead. I tried to not die laughing and said ok, lets talk about it tomorrow.

Saturday, we get our tree and there is a skinny Santa at the tree farm. I asked pole if that Santa was real and he said “No mama, Santa is pretend!” and walked right past the Santa will no fear/care/etc. On the way home, I asked him if he thought Santa was real or pretend and he told me pretend. I said its ok to think that but some people think he is real so we need to keep it a secret for now.

Fast forward to Sunday…I asked him AGAIN if Santa was real or pretend. Today he tells me he’s real. I asked where he lives and he says North Pole. I asked him what he does for a job and he says he brings presents to people, but he’s not coming to our house. You and daddy can buy presents instead.

An hour or so later my in laws come over. MIL asks him if he’s excited that Santa is coming over….he tells her No, mama called him and told him to stay home.  But he can come to your house, tell mama to call him.

Husband says this is all my fault b/c last weekend I told pole we need to clean up the toys or Santa won’t bring any more. The playroom was a dump and I was tired of picking everything up by myself. Oops…I guess it backfired.

The best part of this entire thing is that originally he wanted “Santa” to bring him this obnoxious garbage truck from BJ’s…it was a huge, cheaply made truck that would have been destroyed in a week but he kept talking about that was the thing Santa would bring. Now that he hates Santa, I was able to use logic with him. I told him that I went to the store to check out the truck and it was kind of yucky and looked like it was for little boys, not big kids. I told him I saw some other trucks (on Amazon…hehehe) that were for big kids and they had cement mixers, cranes, log trucks, etc. He told me (very politely) that he would like me and daddy to buy a log truck for him for Christmas instead. I said that sounded like a great plan.

He then asks me if it was Christmas and did I have the log truck in my car. I told him no, Christmas was on the 25^th, go look at the advent calendar and see its only the 9^th. I reminded him presents show up on the 25^th….so sit tight.

This actually happened a few weeks ago. Since that time, pole has decided the reindeer are allowed to drop off one present for him, but still no Santa.