I remember when I was 5 my parents trying to get me to believe in Santa. It made me mad that they kept pushing something that didn’t make any sense.
I’m well, say 39 for arguments sake.
I still believe in Santa. I have to to keep my sanity.
Christmas is my favorite holiday. It’s the magical feeling. The happiness I get taking a paycheck and buying toys for tots because i don’t have kids or still visiting the nursing home years after my grandfather died because some residents there don’t have family.
The world it seems to me is getting sadder lately, uglier. So for one day if I can make the world a little nicer for someone, to me that is a Christmas miracle. So I will believe in Santa, and all that is wonderful and blessed on this beautiful holiday.
No Santa????? What the heck are they talking about????
Wow...I mean, those of us who actually had a childhood where others were savagely thrust into the bleak and cold world of leftist hatred, We experienced a world of wonder and innocence. It was such a joy for me I could not wait to share the same with my children. I suppose for the left, if they could not kill their children before they were born, killing Santa Claus was the next best thing?
We did not push Santa with our kids. We always told them that it was family and friends who brought gifts. They believed in Santa anyway.
So....When my daughter was 5 she found gifts in our closet. She stood in the hallway and said, “Mom, you were right! There is no Santa Claus. You have **never** lied to me!”
As the children grew older this became a shared family joke. When we wanted to make a point about a principle that was important, we would say, “Did we lie to you about Santa Claus?”
I never crushed the idea. Some Jewish kid took it upon herself to tell my daughter there was no Santa Claus. That being said, I can understand being under pressure as to why Santa comes to some houses but not to your house, but if you explain it in a way that causes your kid to go popping other kid’s fantasies, that isn’t good either, am I supposed to question why Elijah gets his own seat at the table and tell my kid Elijah isn’t coming and never will come? That would be stupid.
Anyway, I will never admit I am Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny or the tooth fairy.