Around this time of the year, this is a fun topic to discuss. Now that I have two daughters, with the oldest one literally jumping up and down every day asking when Santa is going to come to the house, I now understand the magic of Santa. I know there is debate on if we are lying to our kids by telling them there is a Santa, but the fiction helps create the excitement of this special time of the year.
It made me think back on my stint as a “Santa believer.” I distinctly remember being in first grade and having my faith in Santa start to waver. In school, we wrote our letters to Santa and gave them in to our teacher and a few days later, we got a mail “delivery” from Santa.
Each child received a letter back from Santa. But, not me. I got TWO! Boy, did I think I was special. I must have been extra good to get TWO letters from Santa. The first letter was pretty generic, “Dear Melissa, I hear you were a good girl this year. Remember to put out cookies and milk for me and carrots for my reindeer. Always listen to your parents and be a good girl. Love, Santa.” I think if I looked at the other kids’ letters, they would say the same.
The second letter started out the same, “Dear Melissa. I hear you have been a good girl, etc…” the rest of the letter, however, read like this, “I know you secretly suck your thumb since Santa sees everything. Stop doing that and Santa will bring you an extra gift.” I was floored! My doubt of the existence of Santa was OVER. He had to see everything if he knew about my thumb sucking. My faith in Santa was renewed!
Only a year later, however, my sister (who is now a lawyer), started to point out things to me. “Why do Santa & Mom have the same wrapping paper?” “Why does Dad’s handwriting bear a striking resemblance to Santa’s?” “How did Santa get into our house since we don’t have a chimney?” “Mom would never leave the door unlocked or leave a key out… so how did he get in?” The questioning became too much for me to handle. Finally, my parents ’fessed up that they were Santa.
It all made sense now–why they tell us to go to bed early, why I have to visit Santa PLUS provide a hand-written list of toys I want, why I heard shuffling in the hallway with boxes and finally, why nothing was ever assembled (my dad wasn’t really skilled in that area).
Now that I have a family of my own, my husband, Rob, and I are creating the magic of Christmas. I bought different wrapping paper so PP (one of my girls) doesn’t figure out that Santa and Mom have the same paper, we don’t put tags on any of the gifts (to minimize the handwriting identity) and I created a really cool Santa video. You pick answers to questions from a drop down menu and a custom video is created from Santa to your child. PP was beyond enthralled by what Santa said to her.
We are all ready for Christmas Day. We have carrots for Rudolph, we’re making cookies for Santa, the gifts are wrapped and in the personalized Santa bundles for each child, and our stocking stuffers are set.
How are you getting ready for the BIG DAY and how do you keep the magic of Santa alive?