There’s nothing more magical then the sound of little feet frantically running down the hallway to see if Santa made a visit. I just wish these eager alarm clocks would sleep in past 5 a.m. ! Watching their faces beam with excitement over a new Barbie or Slime Kit (when will this fad end?) makes the grueling lines and exorbitant amount of money spent well worth it. Every year, however, worry and fear sets in. How much longer will I get to play up this idea of Santa? How many more years do I get to hide presents in the crawl space, count down the minutes until my girls are fast asleep, and tiptoe up the stairs to place them under the tree? When will their innocence fade and skepticism rear its ugly head? Does disbelief in Santa mean the magic is completely lost?
I want to hold onto their innocence forever. Leaving cookies and milk for Santa and carrots for the reindeer are traditions I look forward to. Advent calendars and letters to Santa officially mark the countdown until his big arrival. Yes, of course, there’s a little selfishness behind this all too. I am not going to lie. Threatening my kids with coal and “no Santa” works wonders. I get an entire month of super well-behaved children! Who can relate to this?! Jokes aside, I love the purity and wonder in our children’s eyes as they speak of Santa. Isn’t it fascinating that they never question his capabilities but rather glorify his powerful ways. So far-fetched to us adults, yet so real to optimistic and wholehearted children.
Jim and I have been trying to relive our own “no Santa” revelations. Ironically, in a world free of social media and Iphones, we were younger than Gianna when we figured things out. I am not exactly sure how or why it happened, but unfortunately it did. Sadly, I began sleeping in later and later each Christmas morning.
Friends with older children, share your experiences below. Reassure me that everything will be just fine! I could use the moral support and guidance. In the meantime, I am reveling in whatever time I have left. I am letting Santa take full credit for all my hard work as long as I can. This year Christmas is rekindling my childish side as well. You are never too old to put on your favorite (ugly) Santa dress, red heels, a silly elf hat, and have some fun. For just a moment, if I close my eyes, I can envision my 6-year-old self tossing and turning in anticipation for Christmas morning! Let’s all keep the magic alive!!
“May you never be too grown up to search the skies on Christmas Eve.”
P.S. I may be dressed as a jovial elf in these pictures but my least favorite tradition is the Elf on the Shelf! When will he fall to his demise?!!!!!!