Confession: I have mixed feelings about Santa. When my children were old enough to start feeling excited about Santa, I kinda felt bad about lying to them. But, I enjoyed Santa as a child, and I wanted my children to feel the same way. So for the last few years, we’ve written letters to Santa, left out cookies for him on Christmas Eve, and excitedly run into the living room on Christmas morning to see what he’s brought.
And every year, I’m jealous of him.
My kids excitedly exclaim, “Look at what Santa brought me!!! I love him so much!” and I can’t help but want to yell out, “But, it wasn’t Santa! It’s ME that loves you so much!!”
This year, my 8-year-old is starting to question Santa, and so seems to be attempting to milk the Santa deal for all it’s worth. She’s asking for a $400 Princess Carriage as some sort of “test” to see if Santa is real. I’ve tried to tell her that Santa can’t spend that much money on every kid. I’ve tried telling her that she’s too big for it, and her response was, “If Santa makes all the toys, he can make one the right size.” I’ve tried and tried to redirect her to another toy, but she’s not budging. (Thankfully, she’ll be at her dad’s on Christmas morning, so he’ll have to figure out what to do…ha.)
Because of this, I was an inch away from telling her and her younger sister the “truth” about Santa last week. Their dad wants to wait longer, so we will, but I’ve been thinking about how we will do it. I remember my mom telling me, and it wasn’t pretty. I asked, she frankly answered, and I was heartbroken. I don’t want my kids to feel the same way, and I don’t want them to think of me as a liar.
Thank goodness, I came across this great suggestion on Huffington Post. A mom on FB posted about an idea she came across in which you welcome your children across the threshold of “becoming” a Santa. The idea is to make them feel like you’ve chosen this moment to tell them because you see them becoming older, and having a kind and helpful heart. You make them feel as though they are being initiated into a special club, which is a very different scenario than what most of us picture (“breaking the news” to our kids while they cry and angrily doubt everything you’ve ever told them).