Why does Scrooge love Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?
Because every buck is dear to him
Santa Claus always skips our house. It’s true. And it’s not because my girls are naughty. We don’t play Santa Claus here.
We don’t mind if you do (remember this as you read on). It’s a personal decision. My kids, to the best of my knowledge, have stuck to the rule that parents tell their kids what they want about Santa and we are not to say anything. I’ve felt horrible as well-intentioned mall workers have asked my kids if they were excited for Santa, and Bird, ages 2,3, or 4, would say, “Santa isn’t real.” The worker, horrified, would look at me. And I would explain that we don’t believe in Santa Claus. Horrible I know. The magic of childhood squashed, I know.
There was a time, about age four, when Bird thought maybe her parents were the crazy ones. Clearly everyone else knew Santa was real. All the adults, all the mall workers, all the kids–they knew the truth. We both rejoiced the first time Bird met another little girl whose family didn’t believe in Santa Claus.
Let me explain.
I remember being a girl in third and fourth grade and realizing Santa couldn’t do what I was told. He couldn’t be in both malls at the same time. He couldn’t go down chimneys. He couldn’t visit every house of every child in the world in one night. So I asked my mom and she confessed to being the cookie nibbler on Christmas night. I was shocked. Not because Santa wasn’t real but because my parents had lied to me.
As a family, my husband and I needed to decide how to celebrate Christmas. A quick decision was not to deceive our children about Santa Claus. If we lied about Santa, why would they believe us about Christ? Plus, while Santa gave freely, the idea of sending him a wish list seemed to promote a focus on personal desires rather than thankfulness for Jesus coming or a desire to serve others. We decided not to pretend about Santa.
And if you love stories, don’t worry, my girls know all the classic stories and movies about Santa. They are good stories. But my girls know they stories, like a fairy tale.
So please, if you see my kids, don’t ask about Santa. It is very awkward.