Santa is real. You don't have to lie.. just rearrange how you veiw him. He is magic.. he is the sprit of giving to someone for no reason!
Yes... I let my children live the magic... but they were very aware that the man in the red suit in the mall was just a go between for the real Santa. That being said.. it was easier to move from waiting for Santa.. to them being Santa themselves when the time was rite.
For instance, the year my oldest daughter really confronted me about him, I put it of until rite before Christmas. We collected the wish list of 7 children from the Domestic Abuse center who's mom had moved out on their own that year. My daughter ( Jessie ) and I painted ornaments and traded them with friends and family for at least one gift off of those list's. On Christmas eve, she and I went into the back of the shelter and left them on the kitchen table while the parents waited in front. We never met a one, just the worker who opened the door. There was 7 garbage bags filled with toys!!!
When we left, we sat outiside in the car and talked and I'll never forget how she looked. 9 years old, in a red dress and bow in her hair. I asked her again if she wanted to know about Santa.. and then I told her. Santa is the sprit of giving.. without anyone seeing him come or go...started so long ago by such an amazing man. He still lives today.. he just doesn't wear a red suit with and hat. Instead, tonight for instance, he was a 9year old girl who wore a red dress, beautiful red hair with a bow in it, and with the most amazing green eyes ever!
I can see her face clearly now as it dawned on her that she was Santa for 7 little kids!!! She never shed a tear. And her smile went on for miles! My Jessica still tells that story to people. The magic was still alive that Christmas.. just altered a little.
So you see...Santa is real.. just sometimes.. he's a 9 year old girl~
Yes... I let my children live the magic... but they were very aware that the man in the red suit in the mall was just a go between for the real Santa. That being said.. it was easier to move from waiting for Santa.. to them being Santa themselves when the time was rite.
For instance, the year my oldest daughter really confronted me about him, I put it of until rite before Christmas. We collected the wish list of 7 children from the Domestic Abuse center who's mom had moved out on their own that year. My daughter ( Jessie ) and I painted ornaments and traded them with friends and family for at least one gift off of those list's. On Christmas eve, she and I went into the back of the shelter and left them on the kitchen table while the parents waited in front. We never met a one, just the worker who opened the door. There was 7 garbage bags filled with toys!!!
When we left, we sat outiside in the car and talked and I'll never forget how she looked. 9 years old, in a red dress and bow in her hair. I asked her again if she wanted to know about Santa.. and then I told her. Santa is the sprit of giving.. without anyone seeing him come or go...started so long ago by such an amazing man. He still lives today.. he just doesn't wear a red suit with and hat. Instead, tonight for instance, he was a 9year old girl who wore a red dress, beautiful red hair with a bow in it, and with the most amazing green eyes ever!
I can see her face clearly now as it dawned on her that she was Santa for 7 little kids!!! She never shed a tear. And her smile went on for miles! My Jessica still tells that story to people. The magic was still alive that Christmas.. just altered a little.
So you see...Santa is real.. just sometimes.. he's a 9 year old girl~