365 Letters to Myself
December 8th, Yes, there is a Santa Claus...
Yesterday my almost 7-year-old granddaughter came home upset because another kid tried to tell her there isn’t a Santa. It feels so sad to me when this event, stage happens – because it shouldn’t and doesn’t have to.
Her mom, a HUGE Christmas fan, was equally upset and adamantly maintained there is and in the form of a man in a red suit. Firing off a strong worded email to the school. I was sharing my belief in him, as the spirit of Christmas, and that spirit can be this beloved image. It was what I told my boys, “He is a spirit, and it is ALWAYS more fun to believe, then not.” Just now I am recalling the time my 16-year-old son gave me a 'letter' to Santa, asking for tires! How awesome. The biggest challenge of him came, from this same son, with the request for an impossible to get gift, an autograph of an NFL quarterback – thanks to the spirit at work – it was achieved! Most often my boys' comments supportive of him or simply one of those things best left ‘unsaid’.
My oldest is becoming like his grandfather – who planned, waited all year to be Santa to our family. My youngest enjoys the Christmas Eve Santa antics of toy/gift assembly!
Of course, I couldn’t help but tell her, “Do not listen to others, in this house we believe.” The holidays are meant to be filled with magic, wonder, belief, childlike faith – my wish to all would be, that everyone could allow there to be a spirit, a moment of believing without seeing, that is real if you seek and embrace it.
Hmmm, he is as real as you want…day 145!
Thank you if you choose to join the journey. Let's hope it is more fun than tears!