When my children were very small I was concerned about “confusing” them with Santa, so I decided it would be best to just let them know that Santa MAY not be real. They were so young, I really don’t know if they even remember it. But, a year or two later, I felt like I’d robbed them of some of the joy of being a child at Christmas, so I started leaving a few gifts from “Santa”.
One year, I packed a bunch of stuff into those HUGE gift bags… you know, the ones that are like the 55 gallon trash bags. After the boys got done opening all their presents I asked David what the big bags were. He said “I don’t know.” We went on for a while pretending we didn’t know where they came from and they quickly opened them to find lots of gifts from a “mystery giver”. Kale and Tyler looked at each other and said, “Maybe it was Santa?!”
We don’t have a fireplace in our house, so when the kids asked how Santa could get in, I had to come up with something, so I said, “He comes in through the shower head.” Of course.
I’m quick that way!
We had a lot of fun trying to totally confuse them as to the truth behind Old St. Nick, I think they might’ve figured it out after all this time. Although, I have the feeling “Santa” may have a gift or two under the tree again this year.
Time has sure flown by. My boys are now almost 22 and almost 20! Here they were just yesterday – their first Christmas:
Oh, how I wish we could turn back the clock a few years!!