For any child, finding out there’s no Santa Clause triggers three stages of grief. First: Shame. “The older kids have been laughing behind my back.” Second: Disbelief. “How could every authority figure in my life be perpetuating a conspiracy like this? Mom and dad, the post office and NORAD? You don’t make this kind of stuff up!” Third: Vindication. “I knew something smelled fishy. I was just about to solve it.” Continue reading
