If you believe in Santa Claus, you’re probably too young to be reading this blog. Anyway, definitely don’t read this post if you still believe in the jolly, fat man.
I had to have a talk with my oldest son a month ago about Santa. See, he’s been analyzing the existence of Santa Claus ever since last Christmas and has decided that Santa is really Mom and Dad. The reason I had to have a talk with him is that he started to tell his brothers and friends that there was no Santa Claus–which is totally not cool. I simply took him aside, told him the truth, and then also told him that it was now his duty to keep the tradition of Santa going by helping his brothers and friends believe until they no longer did on their own.
I have a feeling that this year will be my middle son’s last year to also believe in Santa and I’ve noticed him putting together little clues every now and then. For his letter to Santa this year he simply wrote: “Dear Santa, Why do you go down our chimney?” All I could think was thank Goodness we have a chimney or else our Christmas magic would stop.
I found a a pretty neat comparison of Santa Claus and Jesus Christ on Latter-day Homeschooling blog. So this year I’ve been big on showing my children the similarities between Christ and Santa so they will not only be able to handle the transition of discovering the truth about Santa, but also will gain an early understanding and testimony of what Christmas is really supposed to be about to Christians. The last two years I’ve left presents under the tree from Jesus too.
A tradition we’ve got to be a part of is riding on the Santa float for the last two years in a local town parade. As I was sitting on the float watching my boys wave, sing, and sit with Santa (my oldest refused to sit with him this year) I began to think that this year or next year might be our last opportunity to do so. It’s so hard to see my boys grow up and lose a little of that childhood magic that we all remember. Pretty soon they’ll be moody, smelly, and sound like Kermit the Frog. Which means I need to start investing in man deodorant.
Another tradition I love about the city I live in is every year Santa comes to each of the neighborhoods in town on a firetruck and throws candy to the kids on the streets. My kids love this! About the first or second week of December we wait and listen for the sirens at night until we hear them in our neighborhood, then the kids have fun yelling to Santa and grabbing candy.
The highlight of this year’s Santa on a Firetruck Visit? When my middle son ran right into a mailbox. Mostly because he has horrible eyesight. He scraped the top of his head hitting the mailbox, but his pride must not have been too broken because he made me email his teacher at school to tell her what he did.
Tomorrow afternoon the kids are finally out of school for Christmas Break, which basically gives me about twelve more hours to inventory what the kids are getting for Christmas this year.
I bought myself an early Christmas present: a Breville juicer.