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Is Santa Real?

It is the moment every mom dreads, no mom is truly prepared for, and most moms would have an easier time explaining sex.

Is Santa Real?

Your child asks you if Santa is real.

On Thursday afternoon my daughter was quite despondent. She seemed not herself when I picked her up from school and the teacher mentioned she thought she might be sick.

The real reason for her pouty face and not so cheery mood, a child in her class told her Santa is not real.

She is only in preschool, I naively thought I had a little more time here.

The conversation went like this:

“Mom, is Santa real?”

Shocked mommy because her child JUST turned five. “Of course he is why would you ask?”

“Because some kids say that he isn’t.”

Angry mommy (trying to keep it together) at this point, “Who told you that honey?”

The 5 year old is silent.

“Well, honey if Santa isn’t real who brings you all of your presents?”

Like it’s no big deal, “The parents.”

At this point my jaw has firmly planted itself on the floor. I cannot believe that I am having this conversation. I contemplate just coming clean. Telling the truth and letting the cards fall where they may. I mean I always thought I would be the cool mom who is above lying to her children. What is the harm in coming clean?

Thinking on my feet, “Well you have met Santa before? Haven’t you?” Through our Early Childhood PTA Santa makes an annual visit to the children’s houses. Last year she was so excited you would have thought someone gave her a pony.

Smiling now, “Yes. I have!”

“Was he real?”

“He was mommy and I am smart so I know that Santa is real!”

The conversation was over. I survivied.

She went on to ask if babies were stupid? I have no idea where that came from, but whatever. The Santa subject a non-issue I sighed a sweet sigh of relief that baby girl remained a believer.

I know some parents choose not to acknowledge Santa in their homes, and I am fine with that. I just believe that the little bit of magic he brings each year is so amazing, so special, such a great experience, I want it for my kids. I want their belief in Santa to never end.

I wanted to get opinions on the topic. What do other parents say, what do other parents feels, so I took to Facebook. It’s an addiction and one I am not alone in having so I knew I would get a response.

The support was beautiful. There was one comment from a College friend of mine Alice that really stuck in my head and I would like to share it with you because it pretty much sums everything up:

I still like what my grandma told my Mom when she asked in 1950...she said, "Do you think love is real? Because love makes all these things happen" and that's all she said. :) 

So next time my daughter asks if Santa is real (and there will be a next time) I will ask her if she believes love is real? Because love makes all things happen!



A.S. said…
Hi Robin,

This blog entry was so cute. I am pregnant with my first child and did not give the "Santa" idea any thought yet.

While reading this blog entry I recalled a time when I questioned my mother about Santa. The question came about because I realized that Santa appeared a little different each year. I did not know if Santa had helpers or if he simply did not exist.

I like the excitement of Santa, but I am not sure which path I will take when my time comes to "spill the beans" or keep the fun alive. I am a follower of Christ and do not like taking away from his day, but I think young kids deserve a little make believe, just for a little while... Soon I'll be taking my son to the malls and other shops to take pictures with Santa and have not come up with a plan to break the news when that time comes.

Happy Holidays!
laxsupermom said…
I accidentally killed Santa for my older son. He was 8 and we were driving in the car. He said that he didn't need to make a list for the Easter Bunny because the Easter Bunny wasn't real. I asked, "what makes you think that?" He answered that all of his friends said that the EB was stupid made up stuff. I answered that his friends were 8 and didn't know everything. He replied, "Come on mom, a bunny, really, that doesn't even make any sense. I know you buy the stuff in my basket and there is no Tooth Fairy either."

I was caught and I knew it. I said, "Your a very smart boy, but you have to remember how magical it is to believe. You need to let your baby brother enjoy that same magic, so it's important for you to pretend that you still believe in the EB, TF, and Santa so that he can have that same magical childhood." He replied, "wait, you bought me that bike?" {Sharp inhale} Oh, crap, did I really just kill Santa Claus? "No of course not, that was from Santa." It was too late. Bad mother, bad.

I hope I'm more prepared with this next one. He's 7 and he still believes. I love your grandmother's response. Thanks for sharing.
Robin Ange said…
You killed Santa! Well it had to happen sometime I guess. Thanks guys its been a difficult week. I knew kids grew up fast, but come on to doubt santa at five, where is the fun of childhood in that.
Ashli said…
I haven't had to have this conversation yet, but when I do I am using the letter shown in this link. It sums it up perfectly!
Unknown said…
Oh, it's so sad when they stop believing. Makes me think of a few years back and Santa riding around town on the Firetruck.

Our back door looks down the street behind us where the firestation was (have new building now). One cold cold Saturday, we knew it was the day for Santa to ride around and give out candy canes to the people who stood out on the curb. We were in the kitchen, me at that door and my kids noses pressed up to the window beside it as Santa's firetruck started out of the station. We were laughing and yelling because we knew he would be on our street very very soon!

As that Santa truck turned the corner, out of our sight... another Santa truck came out of the station... then another, and another. My son, 5 at the time was yelling 'look,look! Here comes Santa again! and again... and again!"

Seems our town sent out all 6 trucks with 6 Santas... had a heck of a time explaining that one1
Unknown said…
My son has just turned 6, so I suppose it won't be long before he finds out, but for now, we are having to be cleverer about how we hide presents - in the loft, and covered with a blanket, so he can't see even if he gets up the ladder. We have had lots of boxes arrive from Amazon, but have explained they are stamp albums for his dad's forthcoming birthday (which fortunately is coming up).

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