I told Z he was real and acted as if I believed in him, and the first time he asked me about it, the Christmas he was just seven, I explained that he was real and we were him -- that Z was Father Christmas when he snuck back to the bookshop with my aunt to buy me Far to Go. This worked perfectly for Z, he could see that if we weren't all Father Christmas then December 25th would be just an ordinary day.
I like that one, too! I might have tried something similar had I thought I could make it make sense.
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Date: 2010-12-03 07:01 am (UTC)I like that one, too! I might have tried something similar had I thought I could make it make sense.