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I found a really interesting article - here is the whole thing, and here is a snippet:

"Now it is my turn to decide what I want my daughter to believe. I know what my husband wants. He believed until he was eight and would like her to believe as well. Of course, I want my daughter to have a good childhood, one filled with dreams, imagination and creativity, but she doesn't need Santa to have that. And as much as I want her to be happy, I also want her to be a truth seeker, someone who questions what she is told and is always honest. I'm not sure that lying to her is the right way to meet that goal. "

As a child, I DID NOT believe in Santa Claus. It started out because my sister was afriad of him - and would have no desire to go near him at malls. So she was told real early on (oh, say 2 - as soon as she could grasp the concept of Christmas, basically) and as a result, I did not believe either. And when I talk to my mom today, it's for the same reasons that the writer states - how can you lie to your kids? I'm not one (or, the collective "we're" in regards to my family) does not use empty threats - "If you're not good, Santa won't come." It's ridiculous. It's like, don't talk to strangers, unless it's a fat old guy wearing a red outfit? Who gives out candy? Great.

And my best friend growing up, Alyssa, did not believe in Santa as well. My mom once told me that her mother was talking to my mother one day, fearing that Alyssa and her older sister would slip one day about there being no Santa and "spoil" it for us. Not to fear. We didn't believe either.

I have no desire to tell my children that Santa is real, if and when I have them. It's pretty crappy to start lying to your kids at such a young age. If they can't trust you about that, how are they going to trust you about the things that matter??


Today was a busy day - I went to church in the morning with my family and Dave. After that, we went out to lunch at a deli that Dave found that was AMAZING. Dave and I each had taylor ham and cheese on a bagel - his had egg, too. So good. After that, we went to the shopping center down there - just because. We all had finished our Christmas shopping, but my dad bought cards. My mom found another sweater she liked. Dave bought a Vera Bradley purse for Thorsten's mom just because he thought she would like it.

I then spent a few hours after dinner baking for Christmas. Tomorrow Dave and I are doing Christmas eve with his father's side, so I made a jello mold in the shape of a tree. Fun. I also made two cheesecakes and an angel food cake.

Tomorrow I hope to clean the house - it is clean, really, but I want to do a little bit so when gift time comes, it doesn't get worse. If that makes sense. Just organize and put everything in the right place NOW before it gets crazy.

Our dining room is already a little crazy cause there are piles of gifts in it. Yikes.

I have no idea what I'm going to do for the rest of the evening. I'm excited for Christmas, but at the same time, there's so much going on, all I want to do is relax...


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Dec. 24th, 2007 01:52 am (UTC)
merry christmas! how's your leg and arm? feeling any better? unfortunately i got a bad head cold on friday and it's just now moving to my chest so i've been in bed but at least i feel well enough to get up and go to my aunts tomorrow

i completely agree with you on the santa thing, i don't think i could ever lie, but i don't know if i'd make an annoucement that he doesn't exsist either, i'd probably encourage them to research to find the truth and the true origins of santa and let them form their own oppinion, i don't remember if mom or dad ever actually lied to me but they did let me believe and i did believe probably until i was 6 or 7, i do admitt that it was fun and magical having something like that to believe in though
Dec. 24th, 2007 02:16 am (UTC)
Thanks for asking about my arm - amazingly, my arm is pretty much ok. My leg is all bruised. It just sucked big time. I don't encourage slipping on ice, at all...haha

Yeh, it's just a weird concept. I like the 'research' idea. I mean, it was introduced to me as a 'symbol' of the holiday, (not in the religious sense), and that some people do believe in him, and that he might have once existed somewhere, etc etc.
Dec. 24th, 2007 03:42 am (UTC)
It's funny, because someone else posted an entry about not wanting to lie to their children either. It really does make sense though! I see what you're saying.
You should post pix of your house decorated for Christmas (or have you already??? I should look! I did see the Christmas tree). I bet the house is so pretty :D
Dec. 24th, 2007 03:43 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, and don't talk to strangers, unless it's a fat old guy wearing a red outfit made me laugh :)
Dec. 24th, 2007 04:17 am (UTC)
Wow, I never believed in Santa either! My parents never did the "santa thing" or told me he was real, but they never told me he wasn't real until I asked. In fact, I don't think I realized until about kindergarten that other kids actually thought it was real; like I didn't realize you were supposed to believe it. I saw movies with santa in them and things like that, but I just thought it was a fairy tale like Cinderella or something. Kindergarten was when I asked my dad "There's not really a Santa, right daddy?"

I never got presents from Santa, they were all from my parents or grandparents, etc. I think it was more fun though, and this is why; the excitement doesn't go away. If you're a kid and you believe in Santa till you're 7 or 8, and that's what Christmas is all about for you, and then you suddenly find out it's not real, well that was the magic wasn't it? But the real magic is a miracle; "The Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory." I get chills when I read that! And that Joy of the Incarnation, of the birth of Christ and the angels singing... it just pales in comparison to any Santa charade. I know I might have been a strange child in this way, but I always thought that Santa was far less exciting.

I could never tell my kids there is a Santa and play the whole thing out; partly because I just wouldn't know how. I sometimes feel uncomfortable around other peoples' kids when they start talking about Santa; I just don't know what to say! It usually goes something like; "Santa's going to blah blah blah" me: "Oh, you think so?" kid: "yes".
Dec. 24th, 2007 04:59 am (UTC)
I think I'll have to be in the minority... I think the concept of Santa Claus harkens back to a much more beautiful and innocent time that I'm sad to see slipping away. Kids grow up WAY too fast these days.

To this day, when people make comments about Santa not being real, I cringe. Obviously I know he's not "real" -- but I still like to believe he is (or at least the spirt of what Santa is about), even though I'm almost 26 years old. And maybe it's because my mother still "believes" too. For me it's the one thing that makes this time of year keep it's magic, and I can't wait to enjoy the wonder in my children's eyes one day when they listen as hard as they can to hear reindeer hooves on the rooftop at bedtime.
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