Disclaimer: If you have a kid next to you who still believes in Santa AND can read, you’ll want to bookmark this for later.
My youngest daughter still believes in Santa. She made her Christmas list, has been reminding me everyday that we need to drop it in the mailbox at the mall, and is looking forward to the jolly man in the red suit visiting us on Christmas Eve while we’re sleeping – despite the fact that we don’t have a chimney.
But I’m afraid this may be the last year before she realizes that elves aren’t actually making the toys she selects out of the Toys R’ Us catalog. I am facing the fact that this is probably the last year before she realizes that mom and dad actually go through the laborious process of Christmas shopping – braving crowds and lines – to bring her Christmas magic.
You see, my daughter is five and she started Kindergarten this year.
I still remember when my oldest lost her belief in old Saint Nick. She learned the truth from a Kindergarten classmate. She wasn’t upset, she didn’t take it hard. And as for me… I was torn between relief that we could finally give up the ruse, and mourning the loss of a certain innocence that comes with believing in Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny.
I know there are parents who never tell their kids stories of these mythical beings who make the holidays – and I don’t knock them for that. To each their own. But I have always been okay with giving these characters credit for the hard work – if only for a little while.
There’s something so pure to me about my children coming downstairs on Christmas Day and seeing the gifts Santa gave them. The anticipation they feel the night before. Their amazement at his ability to sneak in while we are sleeping, drop off all the things they want, and slide back out without making a peep.
I guess I could look at the positive aspect. For instance, with our oldest daughter, we don’t have to worry about telling her she can’t get something because it’s too expensive. She knows toys definitely aren’t being made by elves, and certainly aren’t free.
And trying not to talk about Christmas shopping and standing in a long line for her to take a picture with Santa is kinda exhausting.
But I will still miss this point in time because it goes so quickly. So I guess I better enjoy it until she figures out the truth.
How did you deal with the moment of Christmas truth with your kids?