I was up at 4am today playing Mrs. Claus. I figure Santa had a sleigh hangover, so I'd just pick up the slack.
We have always been honest with our children in the Santa area. They were never told that Santa was a real person, have always known that Dad and I fill their stockings. This caused some trouble when they were in Kindergarten and the lower grades, as they knew the truth and were quite eager to tell their peers what reality was. Hannah remembers one mother telling her after Hannah was kind enough to enlighten her son that, "My son can believe whater he wants." Well. You go then.
Do you remember when you found out that Santa wasn't real? I remember looking at the bottom of the chimney in our basement, at the 8"x 8" chimney door, wondering how on earth he ever got through that small opening. Hmmmm.
Now we look to the One who came to save us all, not to the one who brings us stuff. And we KNOW He's real! YAY!!!
Merry Christmas Everyone!