Our friend Rebecca in Richmond, Virginia sent us through this email, and we had to share it with you, as many of us are hitting the time when our kids might be questioning Santa, and the role we parents play in Christmas.
“Catherine innocently picked up Judy Blume’s Superfudge to read yesterday, tearing through it. I had forgotten that Blume, toward the end of the book, lets the cat out of the bag regarding Santa’s identity (really, that book needs a huge warning sticker on the front cover!!). We had a touching but tough talk last night. To help things, a friend sent me this letter that helped her child through learning about Santa—it certainly helped mine. It is a good word for us parents too.
The letter comes from Pinterest—I pasted it below as I thought the MomFilter community would take to the message of this letter. I needed it in my bag of parenting tricks last night for sure!!!”
Dear (name of child),
Thank you for your letter. You asked a very good question: “Are you Santa?”
I know you’ve wanted the answer to this question for a long time, and I’ve had to give it careful thought to know just what to say.
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. (And yes, Daddy helps, too.)
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.
Santa is bigger than any person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch.
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 Daddy and 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.
I love you and I always will.