Santa Doesn’t Stop Here 

As a child, my parents never shared the tradition of Santa Clause with me or my siblings.

 In Kindergarden (at a Christian school, I might add) I told my entire class Santa wasn’t real and long about the second grade I wrote him a letter to prove it to my best friend. I don’t remember what I asked for, but I do remember it was never delivered. 

My grandfather packed me to see Santa on the fire truck and basically anywhere else he could find Santa. One year he stuck a ” Santa Stops Here” sign in our yard, to irritate my mom I’m sure. 

There was never the myth at our house that God wasn’t the only all knowing person or figure. My parents worked hard to teach us God knew everything and saw everything, not a man with a white beard you see at the mall. 

I hear all the time how sad it is but I was never sad. The present I really wanted was always under the tree and I knew it got there from my parents hard work. I knew my dad had went out in the cold to work to provide what was under the tree. Besides, let’s all just admit we have Christmas everyday. I can’t name you one toy from my childhood I wanted and never received, although I’m sure there was one. 

Not long after the little people moved in, Christmas conversations started to brew. I have always known I wouldn’t allow my children to believe in Santa but I never considered I would be the one to break it to children who already did. “Santa doesn’t stop at our house” I told them, “your stuck with me”. I went on to explain the true story of Saint Nick and the true meaning of Christmas. They wanted to know why their dad had lied to them, yes lied, and I brushed it off saying he just wanted them to have fun at Christmas. But as Christmas approached, the foundation of a true Christmas spirit started to develop. 

You see, instead of looking to Santa, I want my little people to look to God. I want them to be thankful for the abundance He has provided us and I want them to learn to share. I want them to give away their toys and buy for kids who live their old life. I want that to feel their hearts and make them happy. 

Besides, Let’s face it, a man coming down your chimeny in the middle of the night is kinda creepy. 

Now, to all those fellow big people out there who allow Santa to stop at their house, great! I don’t judge you, I don’t tell my children to tell yours Santa isn’t really coming. But I expect that courtesy back. It’s not sad my little people don’t believe in Santa, it would be sad if I didn’t teach them to give, to look to God, and that one day we must all answer to God, because He knows and sees all things. It would be sad if I didn’t teach my little people to fear God. 

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2 thoughts on “Santa Doesn’t Stop Here 

  1. Lara says:

    I love this!

    My relationship with Santa Claus gets an extra level of complication from being Jewish. My mum told me at 2 that Santa Claus wasn’t real but that that all the grown-ups know and I mustn’t tell any other children; as you can imagine, I felt initiated into an exciting special “grown-up secret”!

    Now that my little girl is 2, there’s a lot of pressure on the Santa front. I don’t celebrate Xmas at home, but I do enjoy going to Christian and secular friends’ houses for celebrations, but I do make it clear to anyone giving her a gift that they mustn’t say that it’s from Santa Claus. And even though I’m not Christian, my understanding of Jesus’ teachings make me doubt that he’d really be impressed with a celebration of his birthday marked with so much commercialization, toys made in factories in the developing world where the workers are mistreated and underpaid, and an ever-dwindling supply of the goodwill-to-mankind 🙁

    And as well as the chimney side of things, I’m not sure I want to encourage her to sit on strange old men’s laps!

    She does love the shiny things and the pretty trees, and there’s a lot of beautiful things about Xmas as a holiday, but I really don’t feel like Santa Claus is one of them. And at 2 years old, with an active interest in Xmas, she still has no idea who Jesus was because the modern festivities seem to have largely forgotten what the holiday is about. Even as an “outsider” to the whole thing, that bothers me.

    So yep, we’re not doing our kids a disservice imho at all; we’re teaching them that they have all they need, to value what they have, and that love and time are more important than toys and material things. Good lessons for their futures.

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