We believe in Santa.
We believe Mary & Joseph traveled to Bethlehem.
We believe Santa's reindeer will land on our roof, the night before Christmas.
We believe Jesus was born in a manger, because there was no room for Mary & Joseph in the Inn.
We believe Santa will climb down our chimney, while we are sleeping, to deliver presents under our tree.
We believe Jesus was born on Christmas Day.
We believe there is room for both the Miracle & the Magic of Christmas.
My parents did holidays big. Our house was always filled with the Magic of Christmas, but we all knew the true meaning of Christmas as well. I don't remember ever questioning Santa. We were told Santa exists, as long as you believe. And that was that. I have wonderful, magical Christmas memories. My brothers and I all sleeping in the same room, on Christmas Eve. We were always told Santa waits until we fell asleep, before landing on our roof. We weren't allowed in the living room in the morning until we were all together. Kacy was always running around our house waking everyone up, and guarding the Christmas Tree.
I want Karson's to have the same Christmas memories. I want him to understand the true meaning of Christmas, but I also want his Christmas filled with magic.
I am hoping I never have to answer the but so & so said Santa isn't real, and Santa doesn't come to their house questions. But, I will be prepared to, in the future. To be honest, if anyone questions Santa to Karson when he is little, I will be a little more than annoyed. :)
I read a blog post here, a while back, about how a Mom answered her daughter's question, Is Santa Real? Her answer made me cry....
Dear Lucy,
Thank you for your letter. You asked a very good question: “Are you Santa?”
I know you’ve wanted the answer to this question for a long time, and I’ve had to give it careful thought to know just what to say.
The answer is no. I am not Santa. There is no one Santa.
I am the person who fills your stockings with presents, though. I also choose and wrap the presents under the tree, the same way my mom did for me, and the same way her mom did for her. (And yes, Daddy helps, too.)
I imagine you will someday do this for your children, and I know you will love seeing them run down the stairs on Christmas morning. You will love seeing them sit under the tree, their small faces lit with Christmas lights.
This won’t make you Santa, though.
Santa is bigger than any person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch.
It’s a big job, and it’s an important one. Throughout your life, you will need this capacity to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents and in your family. You’ll also need to believe in things you can’t measure or even hold in your hand. Here, I am talking about love, that great power that will light your life from the inside out, even during its darkest, coldest moments.
Santa is a teacher, and I have been his student, and now you know the secret of how he gets down all those chimneys on Christmas Eve: he has help from all the people whose hearts he’s filled with joy.
With full hearts, people like Daddy and me take our turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible.
So, no. I am not Santa. Santa is love and magic and hope and happiness. I’m on his team, and now you are, too.
I love you and I always will.
Mama
I have it saved, for in the future. Although, I hope I never have to use it. As far as I am concerned, the magic of Christmas is up to you. Santa will exist as long as you believe.
{disclaimer: I am not passing judgement on any family that chooses not to believe in Santa. I am just sharing what we believe. But please, please, please, please, don't ever question Santa to my Munchkin.}
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