posted on Dec, 22 2011 @ 06:25 PM
I, personally, don't remember ever believing in Santa as a child. The first Christmas I spent with my parents that I remember (they're not my
biological parents), they tried, but my mom has VERY distinctive handwriting, and I caught on. I pretended to believe 'cause they got a kick out of
it. I had already lived a lifetime it seems by the time I lived with them... I wish I had a chance to believe.
My own children, at 9 & 11, still believe. I asked them about it this year. Because I believe in letting children have magic in their lives until they
decide it's "not real." Reality hits them on a daily basis already. They told me they still believe in Santa. I asked why, and they both said that
they know we have no money (true), and yet they still get what they asked for every year. They can't fathom it. Which means, I've succeeded, in my
opinion, at keeping the magic going. I don't break the bank. I get used/secondhand, and I am one stellar bargain hunter. I refuse to go into debt for
a holiday. And I bring back certain traditions year after year, which adds to the magic.
My thing is - I believe in the Spirit of Christmas. There have been many years when I didn't know HOW I was going to prepare a Christmas dinner, much
less have any gifts, and plenty of Charlie Brown sad little trees - yet something ALWAYS happens that allows it.
If my kids remember being poor, and I think they will, but they remember the magic of Christmas happening anyway? I think that's a wonderful thing. I
believe that there is magic, and goodness, and miracles to be found in this life. The Christmas season, and Santa, I think give personification to the
concept, and make great teaching opportunities to kids if done "right." I feel that those who don't want to "lie" to their children, or only want
to be "realistic" totally are missing the point.
So what is the point? We're discussing Christmas, after all, so I would definitely say Christ's birthday celebration. I have an advent calendar the
kids get a kick out of keeping up with. I tell them the Christmas story each year, and after Christmas dinner, we have birthday cake - and even sing
Happy Birthday to Jesus. I told them that since we can't give gifts to Him on His birthday we give them to each other. In addition, things we cannot
explain can be real. They are a real gift to cherish and remember. And when they're older and really don't believe in Santa anymore, we'll tell
them about those times that random things occurred so that we could give them Christmas.
My husband and I? Still believe in Santa. I think he just takes a different form for the adults. I like to call them miracles.