Santa

[fordmommy]

The yes no maybe button actually works for me. The spirit of Santa is alive in every inaccent child that believes in Santa. I wish I still believed.

My 10 year old came home the other day from school and was visably upset. I got him to finally tell me what was wrong. He waas upset because some kids had told him that Santa did exsist and that it's the parents that bring the gifts. So I told him that for the kids that believe, Santa brings them presents and the kids that don't, it the parents. So he starts crying and says that Santa doesn't excist. I told him that I did not say that. I asked if he believed. He had a TON of questions and we went online and looked up the history of Santa. That seemed to eaze his pain. He still believes. But it won't be long until he figures it out. At least this way it's ot such a hard blow. I just hope that he doesn't ruin it for his little brother.

 

[Whispering Winds]

My 9 year old DS said to me and his papa last night, "just because you don't see it, doesn't mean its not there." My sentiments exactly.

 

[saddina]

Santa is a bit sketchy for us.

Think of how many tmes you tell you kid "don't take candy from strangers, don't talk to strangers"

Then once a year we take them to the mall, have them sit on some guy's lap, they don't know, rattle off a list of presents, and leave with a candy cane.

I see that as one very conflicted message.

So we skip the santa pictures. (I once dated a guy with a day job of being the easter bunny for photos, No one should've sat on that guy's lap).

 

[M To The Maxx]

Santa is in our hearts and minds. Even though we do not see him in person doesn't mean he is not real.

 

[ChickBond 007]

A young girl presented her grandmother with a question one December afternoon after school. "Grandma, the kids at school are telling me that Santa isn't real. Is that true?" Her Grandmother looked deeply into the child's eyes and said, "Ridiculous. Get your coat, I'll show you how Santa works."
The grandmother took the child to the local five-n-dime store. It was one of those places that had a little bit of everything to hold over the small town in it's immediate needs, a family owned store for many years with familiar faces and good smells. The grandmother took the young girl inside, handed her a $10 bill, and said, "Use this money to buy something for someone who really, really needs it. Search your head and then your heart and you'll know who that person is and what they need. I'll be in the car outside waiting." Grandma headed out the door leaving the child with the money and her thoughts.
The child thought and thought walking around the store carrying the $10. It was more money than she had ever been responsible for at her age. She searched the listing of her friends; did they need something? Did her teacher need something? Did Grandma need something?
Finally the child's thoughts fell to a schoolmate named William. William never played outside at recess with the rest of the children. He always explained that he had a cough and would need to stay inside for recess. But all the children knew the reason that William didn't join their games and laughter at recess. William did not have a coat. The child thought to herself, "I will buy William a coat, he really needs one."
She picked a red corduroy coat, very warm with a flannel lining and brown buttons. It was very boyish, and she could imagine William wearing it. She carried it to the register.
The lady at the cash register smiled at the child, and asked, "Is this a gift?" The girl explained that yes, it was a gift for her friend William who really needed a coat. She said, "Grandma told me to check my head then my heart and I would know. I found this coat and just knew." The lady at the counter carefully wrapped up the coat, and accepted the $10 bill. She wished the child a "Merry Christmas" and sent her out to her Grandmother in the waiting car.
The girl wrapped the present and put "To William" on the tag with her grandmother's help; and they drove together to William's home outside of town. They parked down the street, placed the package outside the door, then knocked. Grandma pulled the girl's sleeve and asked her to walk with her to the edge of the lawn, just behind a tree where they watched unseen.
William opened the door, picked up the package, and took it inside.
Once back in the car, Grandma explained, "That is how Santa works. There is a need, and someone who uses their head and their heart finds a way to meet that need. It's magical when it happens, and I hope you always believe in that Christmas magic, by Santa or whatever name is uses."
Many year's later, the young girl had grown into a young woman. She was paging through the well worn Bible of her dearly loved grandmother when she came across a price tag that once hung on a little red coat. The price tag read $50.

That's how Santa's magic works.

 

[fordmommy]

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That was beautiful! Thank you for sharing that with us. Merry Christmas!

 

[MaggieRae]

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What a wonderful story. I emailed that out to the family.

 

[dntd]

Santa doesn't come to my house but the kids still have a christmas. We go to church service and we still have a tree but no red guy is found in our house. He's lmost become a god, if I was to say thier is no god I would have less people yelling at me then if I said thier is and never was a santa clause, great story made up by great writers. The spirt of christmas is not in santa but in Jesus that's what make's this season the season of giving.

 

[briana1975]

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Wonderful story. I am sitting here reading it and crying.

 

[ChickBond 007]

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Many times, Jesus told a story to help those listening to the message understand what he was trying to say and relate to it personally. Sometimes the parables required one to read between the lines to get the true meaning.