I think about the time that I was able to drive my mom had the talk that we see Santa in all the people around us and in the beauty of the season… wait, maybe she never had that talk. I mean, I still know he’s real. I love the dude. The one that comes to our ward party though, a little creepy.
Here’s a few ways I sidestep some issues:
1. Santa has helpers (and the one that gets sent to the ward Christmas party just isn’t so great, but he still has the ear of the big man himself). Every now and then we’ll see a really great one and I’ll say, “I think that one might be the real one…” I’m fun like that.
2. Santa sends us a bill. So, no you won’t be getting that, or that, or that because we simply don’t have the money.
3. And finally, if you don’t believe, you won’t get anything. I plan to stand firm behind that one. I think if I ever got to the point where my child was gutsy enough to say he didn’t exist they really wouldn’t get anything. Sure, they’d get presents from everyone else… but they’d know…
4. The kids get their big present from Santa, the rest are from me and drew. This has been scaled down, they used to get a few from Santa. Sometimes he brings a game but that’s about it. Sometimes Mrs. Clause sends things or the elves. They’re tricky up there at the north pole.
This isn’t to say that Santa is the reason for the season, because he truly is not. But he represents something that is so good and real as faith to me. There’s just too little faith out there anymore, and if there’s just a bit more around this season I can only see that as a good thing.
Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you belive in Santa as well.