This could be the year I finally confess to my children that I’ve been the co-conspirator of an elaborate, well-intentioned scheme to deceive them since birth. I fear being found out because it means the end of Christmas innocence for my daughter, 11, and son, 9. But I must come clean and tell them: There is no Santa Claus . . .
Ladies, if you could have a room in your home all for yourself, what would it be? An indulgent in-home spa? A reading nook? A