This December, as Christmas loomed alongside the economic downturn, Stryker fretted about his holiday booty. She wishes she could say he was wrenched about his ability to give, but his concern was the get. He knew his parents had no extra money.
To fully appreciate this next sentence, understand that Stryker uttered these words with complete conviction and sincerity.
Stryker to Matron: "But I'm not real worried, Mom. There's alwaysl Santa."
Yes, Santa made his regular appearance.
But as Easter approached (one more holiday that this decidedly non-Christian Buddhist family celebrates with seculary selectivity), the Matron opted for the proactive approach. After all, there is an age after which Certain Belief is a bit embarassing.
Matron to Stryker in one of those special, mother-son, moments: "Please tell me that you don't think a giant bunny is traveling the planet and delivering baskets of candy tonight."
Not only did he not consider said presence possible, the question provided big belly laugh. And Santa? Well, the Matron made sure they were on the same page there, too. She's pretty sure she put the final nail (gently) in a coffin not quite sealed but closing before she got there.