People have lots of different opinions on what to tell children about the guy in the red suit. I was having an in-depth conversation about Santa with my chiropractor the other day, while he was trying to form me into a pretzel. I think he had an advantage…if I disagreed he could snap me like a twig. He said his mother was quite upfront about Santa…there was no such thing and telling your children otherwise was a Great Big Lie!
I, on the other hand, like Santa. I still do. Santa is magical. Growing up, my mother’s answer when questioned about the validity of Santa was, “if you believe, he will come.” Far be it from me to unbelieve myself out of a present. Today, Santa has remained a part of the tradition in our house with my children. At one point though, he was almost lost….
When my daughter was about 8 years old, she came home from school one snowy December with a big scowly face. “What’s wrong?” I inquired. “Is Santa real?” she asked with a defiant, let’s-get-to-the-bottom-of-this tone. “Hmmm…what do you think?” I responded. She said, “some of the kids from school said that Santa’s not real—that it’s the parents who do this.” “Really?” I said incredulously. I paused for a moment, deep in thought, “so, that would mean that all the parents in all the world would have to go out and secretly buy presents and wrap them and hide them. Then they would all get up on Christmas Eve and sneak downstairs to put them under the Christmas tree, fill stockings and then go back to bed?”
I could see the wheels turning in her little head while she processed this information. “Yah Mom!” she exclaimed, “that would never happen! Santa must be real!!”
So the mass parent conspiracy was more illogical to her than some guy who lives at the North Pole, travels in a magic sled with flying reindeer, and delivers presents to all the children in the world in one night!
She still believes. He still comes. And it’s still magic.
Mantra of the day: Ho! Ho! Ho!