Santa Claus

She knows. My much-loved, hyper-aware six-year old daughter—a little cable-starved urchin (her parents will only spring for basic) whose television hero and role model is the obsessive-compulsive detective, Monk—has discovered there is no Santa Claus. Given her gumshoe mind I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. One of the joys of parenthood is finding…