Why is it that EVERY year we have people trying to destroy our Christmas cheer?
Why do people insist on telling our children that "Santa isn't real."?
People claim that Christmas is "too commercial", Santa has nothing to do with religion, you're lying to your kids and the list continues.
For the record the first appearance of Dear ol' Saint Nick was when he was born on the 15th March 270. He was a DEEPLY religious man who many miracles are accredited to, and who modestly always credited them to God and God alone. He is the patron saint of children and is where the modern idea of Santa originated.
But beyond that, what's wrong with allowing our children to believe in Santa? A little magic at Christmas time?
What's wrong with giving them gifts that we don't get the credit for choosing and giving to them?
How SELFISH are we that we can't give them a gift without making sure they know that it's from us? What is the point of giving?
Santa was the BEST part of Christmas for me as a child.
In the days leading up to Christmas the excitement was overwhelming.
Each year I'd wrap up my own toys to put under the tree as my parents couldn't afford to buy gifts for my brother and I. I'd wrap them up in paintings I did at school, just so my brother and I had gifts under the tree like all the other kids. I'd even write on his that it was from Dad or Mum so he'd believe they got him something.
I'd lie in bed on Christmas eve, too excited to go to sleep, getting up to look out the window, believing that every plane I saw moving across the sky was Santa coming closer. I'd listen intently for the sound of bells or reindeer.
I'd wake up Christmas morning to a stocking filled with candy and fruit and be mad at myself for falling asleep.
My mum went above and beyond to make sure we had magical Christmas' even if they couldn't afford presents. (Well, even if my father wouldn't let her buy present's because Christmas was "too commercial"). Some years she'd get some sheep poop off the neighbors and leave it around on the lawn where we'd leave carrots for the reindeer and excitedly point it out to us. Other years she'd leave a note thanking us for the milk and cookies.
Don't ruin the magic for your kids or other people's kids just because you don't believe in Santa or believe that it's "too commercial".
Looking back I don't feel betrayed by being allowed to believe in Santa, Christmas time was the best part of my life as a child, BECAUSE my mum made sure we believed.
I'm so grateful for my mum doing that. I'm so grateful she let us have the magic and didn't take the credit for the only gifts we got each Christmas.
I'm thankful she taught me to appreciate the good in the world, and the kindness of strangers.
If someone had told me that "Santa isn't real" when I was cowering in my closet covering my ears and trying to avoid my drunken father's violent rages I would have been utterly destroyed. Santa was my rock. Santa loved me, even though my father told me I was nothing. Santa brought me gifts even though my father said he wouldn't waste money on me.
My mother was Santa. And she would spend her own money that she'd receive for Christmas off my grandma on filling our stockings as my father would not give her any other money.
Christmas was the best part of a childhood I would otherwise rather forget.
Stop trying to take that away.
You have no idea how much it may mean to a child to believe that SOMEONE out there loves them enough to bring them gifts.
You have no idea how much you're taking away with those 3 little words: "Santa isn't real".
could destroy more than an illusion of a big fat man in a red suit, you
could destroy the only person that child believes loves them, or is
there for them.