As a mother of two lovely daughters, I enjoyed looking forward to the Christmas Holidays every year – Don’t get me wrong, I still do! It’s just that now they are teenagers and the way we celebrate Christmas has changed.
I actively spent weeks preparing for Christmas, creating a budget, making our Christmas lists, comparing prices and shopping for toys and other childrens’ goodies. We all looked forward to our yearly Christmas cookie baking day – always followed by the kitchen clean up evening. We exchanged presents on Christmas morning while listening to Christmas music playing in the background. It was so beautiful hearing them talk under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning about the wonderful things Santa had brought them.
One Christmas, my oldest which was six at the time, said she had actually heard Santa’s sleigh with his reindeer land on our roof Christmas Eve. How I envy that innocence and magical imagination that children possess! Little did she know, the sounds she heard were actually her parents carrying all the beautifully wrapped presents from their hiding places and putting them as quietly as possible under our Christmas tree. Every Christmas they’d get a personal letter from Santa full of compliments and praise. Their eyes would twinkle and their faces all smiles.
Then one day I was asked the dreaded question, “Mom, is there really a Santa Clause?” There it was. Like a balloon just popped by a pin. As the responsible parents you are, you have no choice but to tell them the truth and all because the kids at school had to spoil all the magic. It’s such a shame; but you tell them. You explain to them that there really is no Santa Clause and that now they are old enough to understand. Santa isn’t just a story about a fat man in a red suit with a white beard, a sleigh and reindeer bringing presents to children around the world…..
Santa is FAMILY and Christmas is LOVE.