<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Buttle&#039;s World]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://buttle.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[clgood]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://buttle.wordpress.com/author/buttle/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Dear Santa]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p>I have a confession to make. I was never comfortable telling my daughter the Santa Claus lie. It&#8217;s really important to me that I always tell her the truth. And that one bugged me. Last August she figured it out, and accepted my apology for the story. I was very proud of her.</p>
<p>So why am I blogging about this now? Because I really wonder how I get so worked up about Santa in a world where people do <a href="http://www.siteinstitute.org/bin/articles.cgi?ID=publications197406&amp;Category=publications&amp;Subcategory=0" TARGET="_blank">this</a> to their children.</p>
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