|This appears to be a photograph of an actual leprechaun.|
More on him later.
But then I started reading G.K. Chesterton, and I realized that all those post-modernist worrywarts had it all wrong. And so we believe.
Believing in fairies and fairy tales helps my kids to believe in things they cannot see and to understand that there is a world bigger than the one we can know with our senses.
Alas, many adults have outgrown their belief in fairies (as the stories had warned that they would) but they are left with that ability to have faith in something that is hidden.
When the husband was growing up, leprechauns would sometimes play tricks on their family. So they knew he knew. And now that we have kids of our own, the leprechauns like to make mischief around here.
|Why yes, that IS a box of Lucky Charms.|
|And THAT is, of course, Irish Soda Bread!|
Which brings me back to that top photo. When my oldest son was eight years old, he built himself a leprechaun trap:
The plan was to lure it in the door with a promise of free whiskey (leprechauns are suckers for that), but when he would pick up the glass, he'd fall through a trap door and be caught.
When he got up on the morning of St. Patrick's Day, he went running to check the trap. The glass of whiskey was empty, the trap door had been triggered . . . but there was a tiny rope ladder leading out of the trap.
|He put the Nerf toys in there to cushion the fall.|
He's totally mocking us, right? How could we not believe now?
If you are willing to let G.K. Chesterton convince you that to NOT believe in fairy tales would be most absurd, read The Dragon's Grandmother and The Ethics of Elfland. I think you will not regret it.