Wednesday, November 30, 2011


For some reason, the whole subject of whether or not I would tell my kids about Santa has arisen twice today. Go figure, but I have thought of it (of course because I have kids....oh wait no) and I cannot decide. I do not feel like my parents lied to me as a child for it, I was not psychologically disturbed afterwards, my parents really did not emphasize it much or overly encourage it, I love those memories. But, I also do not know if I want to lie to my kids knowingly, in the sense knowingly sin. Not to say I would not make Christ the center of Christmas, I don't know, society says one thing, friends say another, Christ doesn't have a "How to deal with Santa" chapter in the Bible. Go Figure.

So I am browsing on Pintrest (my new addiction, I must tread lightly) and I saw "Perfect Letter to give to child to explain Santa" and since today has been all about Santa, I looked at the blog. This is the letter

Dear Lucy,
Thank you for your letter. You asked a very good question: “Are you Santa?”
I know you’ve wanted the answer to this question for a long time, and I’ve had to give it careful thought to know just what to say.
The answer is no. I am not Santa. There is no one Santa.
I am the person who fills your stockings with presents, though. I also choose and wrap the presents under the tree, the same way my mom did for me, and the same way her mom did for her. (And yes, Daddy helps, too.)
I imagine you will someday do this for your children, and I know you will love seeing them run down the stairs on Christmas morning. You will love seeing them sit under the tree, their small faces lit with Christmas lights.
This won’t make you Santa, though.
Santa is bigger than any person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch.
It’s a big job, and it’s an important one. Throughout your life, you will need this capacity to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents and in your family. You’ll also need to believe in things you can’t measure or even hold in your hand. Here, I am talking about love, that great power that will light your life from the inside out, even during its darkest, coldest moments.
Santa is a teacher, and I have been his student, and now you know the secret of how he gets down all those chimneys on Christmas Eve: he has help from all the people whose hearts he’s filled with joy.
With full hearts, people like Daddy and me take our turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible.
So, no. I am not Santa. Santa is love and magic and hope and happiness. I’m on his team, and now you are, too.
I love you and I always will.

This mom and daughter had written letters all year and the daughter asked for the truth, is her mom Santa? You can see by the reply that the mom said no, but said Santa is not real. What caught me was this sentence " He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch." And my immediate thought was "what a beautiful place to insert Christ, Santa helps us believe, and that Christ is someone we can believe with our whole hearts, because He was a Real Person, we may not see or touch Him, but He is here. I do not know if I will have children, or if I would let them believe about Santa, )don't get me started on what I am going to do about gifts), but if I do, I think this is a wonderful way to experience Christ, through this conversation, because I do not know (and this scares me a lot) if my children will ever accept Christ into their hearts. I desire to teach them constantly about Christ, but at a young age, it is so difficult know if the child really knows about Christ. I think this is a great way to open up that conversation. Who knows, if I have children it would probably be a bunch of really wise kids who will just know that Santa doesn't exist. God will hopefully let me know if this is okay in His eyes, and if it is, I know what I am going to do when they ask me if Santa is real.

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