Without a doubt, Christmas is my favorite holiday. I love the parties, family gatherings, presents, food, and, of course, most importantly, to celebrate the birth of my Savoir, Jesus. There are, however, a few things I have been struggling with this holiday season as it relates to how my family will celebrate Christmas this year. No, I’m not talking about the family members you would rather not see or the presents you really don’t want, or even the yummy food you know you are going to stuff yourself with until you are miserable. I know this is going to sound crazy to some, but what has me uneasy this Christmas, is none other than jolly old Santa, his Elf on the Shelf, the reindeer, and Mrs. Clause too!
There I said it, and NO, you didn’t read that wrong. I really am confused if I should or shouldn’t be telling my 2 and 3 year old about a man that doesn’t really exist. Take for instance, the song, “Santa Clause is Coming to Town.” Here is how I hear it now…
You better not pout
You better not cry
You better not pout
I’ll TELL YOU A LIE
Santa Clause is coming to town.
I believed in Santa when I was little. I can clearly remember being excited on Christmas Eve waiting for him to come. I honestly don’t know at what age I quit believing or how I found out he wasn’t real. That leaves me to believe, it must not have been real traumatic. However, for some reason, I feel like I am misleading my kids, and I hate to think that they will be upset when they find out Santa does not really have a naughty or nice list and that he isn’t delivering presents to all the good boys and girls all over the world in one night. It kind of makes my heart sad.
Maybe I am going a bit overboard. I know we have probably all told our kids some “little white lies.” I mean, I do remember being told if I ate a watermelon seed I would grow a watermelon in my tummy or if I didn’t brush my teeth they would all fall out?! I’m sure there is some truth to that last one, but those are somewhat lighthearted, so why does this Santa issue have me so stressed out?
There are a few reasons why I feel torn with Papa Noel. First, I don’t want my kids to think I lied to them. I definitely don’t want to hurt them, and I never want them to wonder what else has mom deceived me with? Now here is the BIG reason: I want my kids to know, believe and have a relationship with Jesus. Basically, I guess what I’m trying to say is, how can I expect my kids to believe in Jesus (who they cannot see) when they can see, talk and sit on Santa’s lap, and then one day discover he is NOT real?
I would be lying if I said I don’t want my kids to feel that same excitement I had on Christmas Eve and joy on Christmas day as they open their presents from Santa. My husband and I discussed how I was feeling and he said, “We are not telling the kids Santa isn’t real, one day they will find out and we will go from there.” So with that being said, we will wait for Santa on Christmas Eve and wake up Christmas day and sing Happy Birthday to Jesus before we open presents from Santa.