With Christmas only a few days away, I’ve noticed that the World Wide Web is again filling with admonishments to parents to “stop lying to your children” about Santa Claus as well as pleas to parents not to crush their belief in the jolly old elf too soon.
I don’t remember ever “teaching” my daughter about Santa Claus. She’s gotten a present from him every Christmas of her 5-year-old life, but always after a deluge of gifts from family and friends, so I doubt she registered anything about Santa from that.
This year, however, she somehow arrived at the conclusion that we must leave cookies for Santa to eat on Christmas Eve. I’m thinking she got that from one of her favorite Christmas books – along with all her other notions about Saint Nick.
Then, this past weekend Santa showed up at one of her best friend’s birthday parties, and my shy little girl mustered up the courage to approach him for a candy cane. The next day, another one of her little friends told her that wasn’t the “real” Santa, but “a dad dressed up like Santa.”
I never really planned on teaching my little girl about Santa. I’m not planning on telling her he isn’t real, either. I have a feeling that she won’t even ask – and my daughter asks questions about EVERYTHING.
Why? Because in our house, what with all the friends and neighbors and family, and the decorating and cookie-making and playing in the snow, and Christmas specials on TV and special books I refuse to read in July, and making cards and choosing presents and wrapping them up and dropping them off, Santa ends up just sort of receding into the background. The jolly red bringer of gifts ends up not being such a central part of Christmas – and that is a lesson I do want my daughter to learn.
- MM
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