EVAN: Mom and Dad slipped up and revealed foreknowledge of certain presents that were ostensibly from "Santa."
HILDEGARD: So what kinds of?conclusions have you drawn from that?
EVAN: Oh, I know the whole Santa Charade is a determined yet pointless falsehood, like Johnny Appleseed or Larry the Cable Guy. But the looks on their faces when they thought they'd ruined it for me! The poor babies were crushed! I had to save their feelings!
[[Visual: EVAN's horrified parents.]]
EVAN [[narrating]]: I said "Does Santa give you hints in advance of what he's going to bring? Are his notes written in magic ink on North Pole stationery that dissolves after a single read, leaving no evidence behind?" And then I added "Oh, the MAGIC of it all!" and batted my eyelashes until they smiled. They get to play the game another year.
EVAN: It's so sweet, you know? Watching them sink back into confidence. Letting them believe a little lie, just to feel a tiny bit more secure for a tiny bit longer.
HILDEGARD: How long do you think you can keep it up?
EVAN: I'm hoping until I go to college
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{{alt-text: I'm incredibly curious to see how convoluted this Santa mythos will get as they try to keep it plausible for ten more years. Will he eventually be cloned? Have sleeper cells across the world? Be revealed to be an alien? WHO WILL TIRE OF THE RUSE FIRST??}}