This is a bitter sweet post and I am sharing this to help other Mama's and Daddy's out there when the time comes to tell their kids the Truth about Santa...
I struggled with wanting to take away the magic, the twinkle in his eye, the vision of a blond haired blue eyed boy staring at the all the presents on Christmas morning were haunting me, along with his constant asking if I was Santa??? I held off as long as I could and kept thinking how would I tell him without ruining the magic and the holiday season.
So my search began, I was looking for advice from other parents, bloggers anyone who had been in my shoes; then I found it on 'Pinterest' the perfect letter the perfect way to tell my sweet boy the truth about Santa.
Sort of felt like I was cheating by using this ladies letter to tell my son, but her words were perfect and she shared the same thoughts I wanted Caleb to understand. So with the help of
Martha Brockenbrough; who's work can be found at marthabee.com
This is what I told my sweet boy in his 'Letters from Mama' journal. (More on that later this month).
My sweet boy, (Caleb)
I have not been looking forward to answering this question for you, but since you keep asking I think it only seems fair that I gave you the best answer possible. I wanted to choose my answer carefully and had a little help from another Mommy…but here is goes.
Am I Santa? And is Santa real?
The answer is no. I am not Santa. There is no one Santa.
I am the person who fills your stockings with presents, though. I also choose and wrap the presents under the tree, the same way my mom did for me, and the same way her mom did for her.
I imagine you will someday do this for your children, and I know you will love seeing them run down the stairs on Christmas morning. You will love seeing them sit under the tree, their small faces lit with Christmas lights.
This won’t make you Santa, though.
It’s a big job, and it’s an important one. Throughout your life, you will need this capacity to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents and in your family. You’ll also need to believe in things you can’t measure or even hold in your hand. Here, I am talking about love, that great power that will light your life from the inside out, even during its darkest, coldest moments.
Santa is a teacher, and I have been his student, and now you know the secret of how he gets down all those chimneys on Christmas Eve: he has help from all the people whose hearts he’s filled with joy.
With full hearts, people like me take our turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible.
So, no I am not Santa; Santa is love and magic and hope and happiness. I’m on his team, and now you are, too. So we need to help Sissy believe in magic too for just a little longer until she is ready to hear the truth like you.
I love you and I always will.
XO,
Mommy
I hope this letter can guide you in the right direction when the time is right for your child to learn the real magic of Santa.
After he read the journal entry he wasn’t as sad as I thought he was actually excited to help keep his sister's magic alive. With the explanation I don’t feel that I have ruined the Christmas spirit and if anything I think he was happy he finally learned the truth about Santa.
Happy Holidays!