Maraya Steadman '89, '90MBA | Dec. 20, 2013 | Notre Dame Magazine
When my oldest child was a baby, a friend told me she wasn’t going to lie to her child about Santa Claus. In her house there would be no Santa because he wasn’t real and she didn’t want her son to grow up thinking she lied to him, about anything, ever.
“Really?” I asked.
I’ve got no problem with the big guy in the red suit. With my older two kids it was easy. The idea that Santa came down the chimney with presents without getting stuck, burned or dirty died a natural death in the first grade. But this time, with the third child, she’s not letting go. She’s hanging on, desperate to believe and full of questions, which we all answer with, yup, more lies.