Why we believe in Santa Claus

Santa Claus.  The jolly figure incites a variety of feelings in various folks.  Some insist that they won’t let their kids believe in Santa.  They contend that they won’t lie to their children or that Santa isn’t the reason for the season.  Others insist that Santa is a huge part of their Christmas celebration and even as adults they believe in him to some degree.

My daughter visiting with Santa last year. Later today we're heading to the mall for both kids to have a Santa visit.

Around my house, my kids believe in Santa Claus.  However, they also know the full truth of the Christmas season.  Well, at least the 4-year-old does, but the baby will learn about Jesus’ birthday one of these days, too. The Santa that exists around here is one who brings some gifts on Christmas morning.  He is one we go to visit at the mall and smile for a photo.  He is one for whom we leave out cookies and milk.  He is one who leaves a letter for the kiddos and sometimes sends a video message.  And that’s pretty much our extent of celebrating with Santa.  We don’t threaten that if behavior isn’t good then he won’t bring gifts.  We expect good behavior year-round just because that’s what is expected.  Our children must learn obedience as simply the right thing to do.  We have a trust relationship in that way.  We won’t lead them astray if they follow our instructions.  (That’s the theory, anyway. The practice is just that — practice!)

My husband and I both grew up believing in Santa.  I very distinctly remember finding out that he wasn’t real.  My mom was drying my hair.  I asked her if Santa really existed.  I think she tried to change the subject, but I was as persistent with my questions then as a child as I am now as a journalist.  She told me gently that he was pretend.  It didn’t traumatize me at all.  I just understood that I was old enough to know and be in on the other side of the fun secret.  I understood the tradition of Santa as well.  In fact, I continued to leave out milk and cookies for him into my teen years and quite enjoyed doing so.  One of my family’s traditions of Santa included a letter from him.  I do remember noticing that his handwriting looked a lot like my mom’s the year before I found out the truth.  (Thank goodness for computers!  I now type my letter for my kiddos.)  My mom was creative and I looked forward to those letters even after I knew the truth.

I will let my children continue to believe in Santa Claus as long as they can.  We didn’t really introduce Santa to my daughter from the start in a very tangible way, but she learned about him and fell in love with him.  But she also learned about Jesus’ birth and fell in love with Him.  That’s the most important part.  In our slew of Christmas books, the vast majority focus on the birth of Jesus.  Lexiana can tell you all about how Jesus was born in a manger because there was no room in the inn and that a bright star lead shepherds to find Him.  Just last week we were outside after dark and she saw a bright star.  She thought that was the Star of David.

Even better to me, my child fully understands why the birth of Jesus is so great.  We read the story of Jesus’ birth the other day.  Then she turned to me and said, “Now let’s read the other story of when Jesus grows up and goes back up into heaven.”  She gets it as much as a 4-year-old can get it.  Believing in Santa and the fun that comes with that belief hasn’t impeded on her understanding the true meaning of Christmas.

We also very much enjoy the VeggieTales story of St. Nicholas.  We talk about giving gifts as a celebration of Jesus’ birth.  We talk about how Santa is good.  After all, what I like most about Santa is his spirit.  He has a spirit of kindness and generosity.  He has a touch of magic with flying reindeer, laying his finger beside his nose and disappearing.  He has a spirit of fun and laughter with his jolly “Ho, ho, hos!”  Santa offers a wonderment that enhances a Christmas season with little ones.

One of these days, my children will learn the truth.  We’ll talk about it.  I’ll answer any questions they have and I will tell them some of these very things.  I will tell them that the spirit of Santa is very real in spite of his lack of corporeal form.  I’ll tell them that they are now old enough to be in on the secret and help share in the wonderment of the little ones that come after them.  And we’ll continue any traditions they enjoy.  At the end of the conversation, they will still trust me.  I am their mother.  A trusting relationship is of the utmost importance to me.  Even by now, my almost 11-month-old knows he can trust me to take care of his needs.  If he’s crying in his crib, he stops as soon as I enter the room.  He’s learned I’m on it and will take care of him.  Believing in Santa and later learning the truth isn’t going to change the innate trust and relationship we’ve built.

And so this year, my kiddos will believe in Santa Claus.  I make no apologies for that.  I am not ashamed of that.  I look forward to the excitement that will come in picking cookies to leave out for him and see what he’s brought come Christmas morning.

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