This Santa business is kind of tricky.  There is a fine line between "keeping the story alive" and "spouting out lies."  My big problem is that once I start telling the story, the lies start pouring out of my mouth.  It started this week when I (like a fool) said "Do you remember that Santa can see if you're behaving?" in an attempt to get the kids to quit knocking each other around.  The kids snapped into shape immediately, and began asking questions.  With each answer, I added just a little bit more than I should.  There is no explanation for this, they weren't necessary but they just came out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop them.

Q: How do letters get to the North Pole?
A: We bring them to the post office and they are delivered just to the edge of the North Pole where Santa's elves pick them up.

Q: What is Santa's address?
A: Santa Claus, Main Office, North Pole.

Q: Are there a lot of offices at the North Pole?
A: Yes, and they're all connected by tunnels so that the elves don't have to go outside in the cold.

Q: Do you have Santa's phone number?
A: Yes I do.
Note: I JUST caught myself in time on this one.  I ALMOST said no, but then remembered last year right before Christmas when Martin was acting kind of naughty I picked up the phone and pretended to have a talk with Santa.  Thank goodness I remembered, because obviously Martin did.

Q: How do they have phone lines all the way at the North Pole?
A: Santa has a cell phone.

Q: How does Santa know where I live?
A: The hospital gave him your address when you were born.

Q: But we moved!
A: He received a copy of our change of address form from the post office.

Q: How can Santa see what I'm doing all the time?
A: Magic.
Please note, this was really the only question that was answered appropriately.  One word, no elaboration. 

Oh, we have such a long way to go.  I played that Santa card WAY too early this year.  I will be lucky if I can keep my web of Santa lies stories straight.