Sleuthing for Santa
I’m a school psychologist, so I always thought I’d be prepared for anything my own kids might throw at me. But when my daughter Scarlett turned 10 last year, she began asking questions I wasn’t sure how to answer…questions that needed expert analysis.
On Christmas morning, I was cleaning up after the gifts were opened and noticed Scarlett over by the cookies we’d left out for Santa. She was carefully putting the leftovers into a plastic bag. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m getting these to the police for DNA analysis,” she replied. I supposed the question “Is Santa real?” just wouldn’t do.
I volunteered to drive her to the local precinct, but Scarlett was too shy to take the items in person. Instead, we went to the post office and sent her Santa evidence on its way.
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