First off before I even get going on Santa and the elf on the shelf and what not I have got to say that first and foremost here is what I believe:
I believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.
I believe in Jesus Christ, God's only Son, our Lord,
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried;
he descended to the dead.
On the third day he rose again;
he ascended into heaven,
he is seated at the right hand of the Father,
and he will come again to judge the living and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy catholic church,
the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and the life everlasting.
I also believe in
I believe in the spirit of this season. I believe in the imaginations of children and you know what else?
I Heart Santa
I really do. I think he is kind and giving and jolly and I 100 percent believe in the magic of Santa.
Now I am going to talk about something that I hope no young eyes will read because this blog is not intended for young eyes. It is really intended for the eyes of people who have been tasked with the care of the young and I believe that this is a really timely topic.
This house believes first and foremost in the reason for this Season. We talk a lot about Jesus and the manger and all of the true meanings of Christmas. We talk about how lucky we are and all that God has given us.
We also believe in Santa.
We just don't really oversell Santa.
You won't find an elf on the shelf in this house. I just can't pull it off. You also won't hear my husband or I say to the children,
"Now you better be good or Santa won't come."
Just not going to happen. Once again - I just can't pull it off.
Three years ago (now four)- my then 9 year old - came to me and said,
"I need the truth Mommy - does Santa really come down the chimney and leave presents?"
Here is what I said:
How are you getting so big so fast? I am your Mom and it is my job to lay it all out straight for you so here goes.
I love Christmas. I love this magical season. I believe that Mary and Joseph went and put a little baby in a manger that was sent to save us all. The Bible tells me the story and I have Faith that allows me to believe.
Santa is the same way. Tomorrow we can go to the library and check out books on the legend of Saint Nick. I believe that magical things happen this time of year and I never ever want you to forget it. I always, always, always want you to believe in magic.
"Yes Mommy but how does he fit down the Chimney? I don't understand how that is possible?"
Do you really think that a big guy comes down our chimney and puts all the presents there or do you think that Mommy and Daddy help with that?
"I think you help"
Yes - we help
"Where do you hide everything?" How do you get it all wrapped?"
You know what Ladybug? That is the most amazing secret and one day you will find out about it also. The most amazing thing about being a Mommy is that you get to create magic all the time. Now I get to have a secret Mommy workshop and make magical things happen. I get to work hard to see smiles on your faces on Christmas morning and it is the most precious gift that I have ever been given.
I love being a magic maker. One of the best parts of being a Mom - hands down.
She smiled and kissed me and went to bed happy. She asked me a couple of questions (in my ear of course we talked about the importance of keeping the secret to ourselves) about my Mommy magic and then
much like magic
The discussion was gone. There were no tears. There was no "why did you lie to me drama" just finished.
What is even funnier - it is "that which we will never speak of again." (Even to this day) ****2014 sidebar - of course she is 13 now but I LOVE that with the exception of a couple of funny "this might be worth mentioning to Santa" exchanges it remains a sacred topic that she respects. A secret to be cherished.*****
She is all about magic and Santa and believing and says that the friends in her class that are "bah humbug" as she calls it are missing it. It is like we answered her logistical questions but allowed her the space to imagine and dream.
So yes my friends - we believe and I am loving every minute of it!
Cute 2012 addition to this story. My second grader came RUNNING to me the other day and said "Um Mommy - isn't it Summer in Africa? I remember that right? Won't Santa get hot? How does that work?"
Me: "Remember - they celebrate Kwanzaa in Africa? Let's read a book. Here I have one right here." (Because I am going to say this right here and now -
Hello my name is Holly and I have a children's Christmas/Hannukah/kwanzaa/anything with a snowman book problem.)
So it is possible that I have a book
or two in this house relating to this or any holiday related subject.
Anyhoo - she was all
"PHEW - that makes total sense"
We read a nice book about Kwanzaa and off we went.
Another holiday crisis averted.
You know that second grader in the above story from 2012? Well she is now a fourth grader and I have never had a We Believe conversation with her because guess what - she BELIEVES. Without question - without concern - if a kid on a playground were to tell her something other than what she believes I think she would probably tell them to go fly a kite. She believes without reservation, question or concern. Her second grade brother of course just follows along blindly. It will be interesting to continue to share this post year after year and add to it with each child's experiences.