It's that time of the year, the season of coziness, of baking, and cooking, and eating, of getting together and enjoying each other’s company cocooned in our warm homes as the end of the year (and the dark season at the winter solstice on December 25 according to the Julian calendar) approaches.
time of the year for our children to leave through toy magazines,
stroll by the displays in the mall, and meeting Santa to tell them their
wishes for the holidays.
it happened that Santa (or Saint Nick) visited Lily and Violet’s
kindergarten to give them some chocolate santas and listen to their
songs. When I came home from work Friday night, a slightly annoyed Lily
met me at the door, complaining that
they weren’t visited by the ACTUAL Santa, but it was only Manuel, their
intern, in disguise. Violet, at the same time swore that the REAL Santa
had visited her class.
years ago, when Lily was born, Richard and I discussed how to handle
Santa, the German “Christkind”, Easter Bunny, and Tooth Fairy in the
future. We strongly believe not to lie to children. On the other hand,
we both remember fondly the years of
being excited about the respective figures coming to visit at their
appointed time. So we decided to let things go. To let them make their
own experiences. To think for themselves what to believe in and what
not. We do not heavily support either way, even though
we are known to mention Santa or the Tooth Fairy on occasion.
sure yet how the experience with the false Santa has affected Lily.
We’re definitely going to make the wish lists and put them out for Santa
to find. There will the customary “T’was the night before Christmas”
good-night story on the 24th.
I know my parents will arrive with gifts that the “Christkind” has left
at their house for the kids, and the in-laws will inquire on what Santa
left for them under the tree.
think that they still believe in Santa and co. because they want to,
not because they are deep-down convinced that they exist (except the
Tooth Fairy, how else could possibly this coin have ended up under
Lily’s pillow??). I don’t think there
will ever be a “Santa isn’t real” talk at home; whenever they ask us
whether they exist, we answer with the question “what do YOU” think?”,
and leave it with that, because most of the time, they give themselves
the best answers anyway.
Do your children still believe in Santa and friends? Do you support it or leave it up to them what to believe?