As our dear friends Kenny & Dolly so eloquently sing:
“I believe in Santa Claus, I believe in Santa Claus. I believe there’s always hope, when all seems lost. And I believe in Santa Claus.”
I have seen a lot of debate about this issue. And I want to clearly state, this blog is NOT about debating whether Santa is real. (because he totally is…)
I know, at my house he is so real, that I still can’t sleep on Christmas Eve. I know that he’s so real that when all us adult kids go home to my Mom’s…she still makes us go to bed on time, so Santa can come.
I know that as a child, my father embodied everything that was magical about Christmas time. And one of those things was his special relationship with the jolly, fat man. Like the year that he carried a hand-written list of every Strawberry Shortcake doll manufactured at the time so that he could check them off one by one on his business trips across the western US.
It was one of those magical things that parents do in order to help Santa make Christmas Morning unforgettable for years to come.
When my 9th Christmas came.
My father had passed away.
And Christmas was different.
We didn’t have a Dad, my Mom had just given birth to a brand new baby girl 3 weeks prior.
It was a turning point.
I would soon need to make a choice about the level at which I would continue to believe in Santa….and subsequently the spirit of the magic that Christmas brings.
I understand that people feel that Santa takes away from the true reason that we celebrate. But I feel quite differently.
That year, I needed magic more than I needed air to breathe.
I needed hope.
I needed laughter and singing.
I needed a wish to come true.
I needed to believe.
And I needed my belief to cover both the Savior; who would hopefully make it so that one day I could be with my father again, and my hope that the world I was facing had magic left in it. Even though my world was gray and uncertain.
I needed to believe that we would make certain treats. And read certain stories. I needed to believe that Charlie Brown’s Christmas Special would come on. And that my Mom would use it’s one-time-only-airing to bribe us all day long. And then we’d sit on the featherbed in front of the fire, and laugh when Lucy gets kissed by a Dog.
I understand the debate. I really do. I respect the parents who’ve decided to not bring Santa into their celebrations.
But…
He saved me.
In a different way than the baby Jesus saves us.
He gave me hope that the world I was facing with out a father….could still show me all the Strawberry Shortcake dolls magically under the tree. It wasn’t a material thing. It was a belief thing. Belief that the world was still as wonderful as it had been 4 months prior.
As I grew, I NEVER looked for our presents. My Mother told us exactly where they were being kept. We stayed AWAY. REALLY away. It taught us respect for her ability to give us gifts. And self control. And the anticipation………MY GOODNESS……..the anticipation. It’s a better rush then going off the top of a roller-coaster. Delightful.
There has never been “a time” where we had “that convo”. We’ve talked about it, sure. But it’s never been “we lied” or “he’s not real”. Because we BELIEVE. Honestly, I have enough reality. And I never want to be too old, or too realistic to believe that things can be magical.
And if you want to shoot me for this analogy…don’t…but I ask you to think about it.
Isnt’ teaching your kids to believe in the Baby Jesus (whom they’ve never seen, but holds such grace and love to share with them…) eerily similar to teaching them to believe that love, giving, kindness, and magic are real? That decision making skills are invaluable? And that surprises are what makes life the MOST special?
That Santa spirit…the spirit of love and giving…..it’s the exact same spirit that I believe in for that little baby.
So at our house we choose to believe.
In all of it.
And make it the most joyous celebration of giving and thinking and loving and laughter and song that we can possibly muster.
Our family philosophy is built from a line in The Santa Clause (which is WAAAYYYY high up on the “must watch” list at our house. I mean, the comment about “Where are you gonna get your sweaters when the Circus pulls outta town, Neal?” That’s frickin’ priceless right there!)
Anyway, it’s a conversation between Judy and Scott Calvin’s son. She is trying to get him to understand why he needs to keep his new knowledge about his dad’s new “job” to himself. Can you imagine? Just show Santa to everyone!! Problem solved.
I know Santa brings different things to the neighbor kids, or to cousins. So what? We talk to our kids about how Mom and Dad have to work together with Santa. And we’re honest with them about what they can expect. (it hasn’t stopped me from expecting a brand new digital piano under the tree since 1996 though. Just sayin;)
I’m pretty much obsessed with this line. I think it applies so well to The Santa “Question” It’s not unlike the religion questions. It all takes just a little faith. Doesn’t it? My faith is still solidly intact. My kids’ are. It’s fabulous to have something happy to look for.
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We just hung ours up over the fireplace. A reminder that you’d best be believin’ if you want Santa to leave more than coal.
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