Do you remember when you found out their was no Santa? Or is the memory faint and you just feel you’ve always known the truth?
I remember the day as vividly as if it happened yesterday. I was only in 1st grade too young to learn that there was not an old man in a red and white suit sliding down chimneys to leave gifts for my sister and I. I was told by the daughter of the woman that babysat me then. She was much older then me, how much I can’t remember but then she seemed much older in my memory. We were sitting by the fireplace (it wasn’t lit) I just remember sitting there playing and she asked me if I wanted to know a secret. Of course I said yes, who doesn’t love secrets. She proceeded to tell me that there was no such thing as Santa Claus. For the next week I was devastated. I remember felling like the world had ended. Why it was that profound to me I have no idea but it bothered me for quite some time. Was it because I was to young to learn? Or because I just had so much faith and belief in Saint Nick? As a child you never think too much about how a man with a large belly could fit down a chimney, how do you know how big the chimney is? Or how he gets in the house if there is no chimney? Or how he can deliver toys to every girl and boy in the world in just one night. Of course as a young child you have no idea how big the world is, as your world is all that you know. That day my world was rocked when I learned there was no Santa.
As I grew up and had my own children I actually thought about leaving Santa out of Christmas. It had such an effect on me I didn’t want my children to go through the same thing. However as my youngest son got older I couldn’t help but want the same joy for him. My oldest son did not question Santa until he was about 10-11 in 5th-6th grade I think. My youngest son sooner because of his brother. I think there was one year in between when they “realized” the truth. My daughter is only 5 and still believes strongly in Santa. We still bake cookies and set them out and even some food for the reindeer. I cherish these days and hang on to them to give her as much magic as I can, I know she will probably find out sooner with two older brothers. I don’t look forward to that day as I want the magic to live forever.
Though that day many years ago had such a profound effect on me at the time. I love the holidays and Santa more now then ever now that I have my own children to share in the magic of the story. I hope my daughter can hold on to the belief as long as she can. Christmas is such a magical day with small children that believe!
Do your children still believe in Santa Claus? Do you look forward or not to the day they will learn? Will you continue even when they don’t believe to leave presents from Santa under the tree? Continue to bake cookies and leave them out?