We didn't do "Santa Claus" with our daughter. We felt it best to be honest right from the start.ATTENTION TO ALL PARENTS WHO NEED TO TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT SANTA
Son: "Dad, I think I'm old enough now. Is there a Santa Claus?."
Dad: "Ok, I agree that your old enough. But before I tell you, I have a question for you. You see, the “truth” is a dangerous gift. Once you know something, you can't unknow it.
Once you know the truth about Santa Claus, you will never again understand and relate to him as you do now.
So my question is: Are you sure you want to know?"
Brief pause...
Son: "Yes, I want to know"
Dad: "Ok, I'll tell you: Yes there is a Santa Claus"
Son: "Really?"
Dad: Yes, really, but he's not an old man with a beard in a red suit. That's just what we tell kids. You see, kids are too young to understand the true nature of Santa Claus, so we explain it to them in a way that they can understand.
The truth about Santa Claus is that he's not a person at all; he's an idea.
Think of all those presents Santa gave you over the years.
I actually bought those myself.
I watched you open them.
And did it bother me that you didn't thank me?
Of course not!
In fact it gave me great pleasure.
You see, Santa Claus is THE IDEA OF GIVING FOR THE SAKE OF GIVING, without thought of thanks or acknowledgement.
When I saw that woman collapse on the subway last week and called for help, I knew that she'd never know that it was me that summoned the ambulance.
I was being Santa Claus when I did that."
Son: "Oh."
Dad: "So now that you know, you're part of it. You have to be Santa Claus too now. That means you can never tell a young kid the secret, and you have to help us select Santa presents for them, and most important, you have to look for opportunities to help people. Got it?"
Help each other this Christmasand...be kind ❤
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My sister accused my mother of lying to her....If Santa Claus wasn't real was God real???? My mom always wished she could go back and redo that. (Of course, she already believed in Santa when she came to live with us as a foster child, later adopted, and for those first two years when she and her siblings still had visits with their birthmother, Mom didn't feel like she could say anything different. So even though my mom didn't specifically tell her about Santa, she didn't tell her there wasn't one either so my mom was the one to get the blame in the end...)
(Thankfully things are better with her now, but we experienced some really rocky years during their junior/senior high school years....)
Wow, Dawg, has it really been three years already? That is surprising and hard to believe. But you know she'll be a part of you forever ...
