How are you going to tell your kids about Santa? If you already told them, how did you do it and how did it go?
When our kids were little I always felt uneasy telling them Santa brought this or that when in truth, Grandma, Mary, or I shopped for it, paid for it and wrapped the darn thing. Were we all liars? What was that going to do to their developing conscience? Would it effect their character? One of my friends said he was upset because he did all the work and some fat guy, sitting on the north pole, too lazy to shave, got all the credit.
Of course we all exaggerated! But, some kids are offended when they find out and do accuse their folks of lying. What’s to do?
Another friend of mine, Chris Fenoglio, (He says the ‘g” is silent as in “bananna”.) He and his wife came up with a solution that I really love.
In short, he wrote a poem in the rhyme and rhythm of “The Night before Christmas”. In it he tells how his daughter noticed so many Santas, and heard them talking in voices she knew. In her developing scientific mind she wondered how he could go all around the world in one night and visit every home. And she, of course, was worried about his health after eating all those cookies left on fireplace mantels.
I’m torn about telling you how he solved it, I want you to read it yourself. It’s fun, and your kids or grand kids will love it. So will you.
And most important it really brings in the truth about what Christmas is all about. So I’m not going to spoil it for you. Go to Santa