So I'm in the Burbank mall with Mia the other day, and we walk by the gigantic fake tree and the fake living room where "Santa" is drawing little ones up on his knee.
"Hey, Mia," I say, "would you like to go visit Santa??"
Her reply: "Why would I want to do that? You're the one with the credit card."
It's nice to know we've taught our daughter the real meaning of Christmas.