This one was too cute not to share with the world. Too bad Christmas only comes once a year. Of course lying to my child about Santa and then using that lie as leverage for good behavior ought to be a parental crime punishable by some obscure law. I have a problem telling Sarah about mythical creatures that bring things: Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, etc. but what do you do when every other kid in this region of the world believes in them too? I wonder how this group lie got started? Probably way back in the cave man ages some little cave girl was thundering around the cave screwing up everything or whining so loud that she was scaring off animals that could have been that night's dinner. Or maybe a little prehistoric tot was clubbing his little brother when some mother decided that if she made up Santa or something like him, that promises of new animals skins to wear or new sharp pointy spears being delivered by this figment of her motherly imagination would get the little clubbers to calm the heck down and eat their dinner or stop scratching up the cave walls. Okay Sarah, yes, there's a Santa.