There Is No Santa

I told my kids there is no Santa. I know. Please don’t judge me.

Growing up I was the kid that sat out the milk and cookies for Santa. I would get so anxious and could not sleep in anticipation of Santa and the reindeers’ Christmas Eve arrival.

One year I sat out the snacks, but “Santa” forgot to eat them and he also forgot to bring my new bike in from outside on the front porch. (I can not say with certainty if it was the same year, but for the sake of this story and to heal the trauma it caused me, it was the same year).

Honesty is the Best Policy:

My dad forgot all his  Kris Kringle duties that year. I believe it was here that I began to put it all together…. Santa is not real! I remember feeling bamboozled, hoodwinked, and lied to. I am sure this feeling only lasted a short while. Afterall, whomever was in charge, did come through with the  Christmas list: bike, dolls, clothing, it was all there!

This was something that I thought about when it came time to having my own children and what I would tell them about Santa, Christmas, etc. Surely, there is no right or wrong here, just something for me to think about. On the one hand there is being in the Christmas spirit, the fantasy, and excitement for a child. On the other, we worked and took the consideration to purchase these things just for a bearded guy to get the credit.  I said I would not push too hard either way, just let my kid(s) guide the conversation when it happened.

Is Santa Real?

My son came to me, “One of my friends says Santa is real, and the other says he is not, so is  he Mommy?” Well, I can see lawyer in my son’s future, because the way that young man cross exams…. I caved. He is the most “inquisitive” person I have ever met. It has to make sense to him. I can not just tell him anything, to get him off my ass, as happens sometimes after the millionth, “, but why”…. He also made me look him in the eye a couple years ago, and tell him I would never lie to him. With that being said, I could tell my line of answers (not lies, just me trying to be vague) had his wheels turning. “…But that is impossible, unless Santa is God, right Mommy?”

What was I to do? Long story short, we have settled on Santa is the mascot. Mommy, Daddy, Family, and Friends choose to gift us, as we do it all in the spirit of giving and thankfulness. All of which is still predicated upon you being naughty or nice.

Bah Humbug!

Arrington could not wait to tell his sister, “You know Santa isn’t real. And neither is the Tooth Fairy. Right Mommy.”  To which my daughter replied, “I know that! You already told me.” Great, I thought. He has already burst his sister’s bubble, and she seems to have handled it well. I don’t have to do that. Bah humbug!

Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Love! From our Family to Yours!!!

BTW: Santa Claus can be reached at: 123 Elf Road, North Pole, 88888. (605) 313-0691

We want to hear your Santa stories! Did you believe in Santa Claus growing up? How was the news broken to you and how did you feel about it? How did you tell your children, or did you?

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