In our home, the tale of Santa is not a lie.
It is magic & make-believe & hope, all the things we wish to instill in our child. Wide-eyes at twinkling lights & soft stockings hung on the mantle & cookies on a plate. Santa is purity of heart, goodness prevailing. The belief in Santa is the same as the innocence that Superman can fly, that mermaids swim in the ocean, & that Momma’s kiss takes away a boo-boo.
It is not deception, but child-like faith.
It is not a story of greed & selfishness, but rather a man symbolic of grace & mercy.
In our home, Santa does not give gifts for being “good.”
Santa is not a manipulation. Santa is grace.
Pure grace in the form of gifts under the tree as an act of love & sacrifice. Gifts that we may not deserve, may not earn, may struggle with accepting, but gifts are there as a promise every Christmas morning. Steadfast & loyal, Santa brings a grace that surpasses understanding & with it, love to fill hearts & souls & bring us closer.
It sounds similar to another story of Christmas, no?
& when it comes time that our children question a man squeezing down a chimney & a red-nosed reindeer, we will tell them that Santa is grace & that as long as they believe in that, gifts will be bestowed. Just like Someone Else.
So yes, Harrison. There is a Santa Claus.