I really love this piece for so many reasons. We continued my parents' tradition with our kids: Santa brought their stockings on Christmas morning. All of their gifts came from their loving parents. Yet there was still magic and excitement as they opened their stockings. Then, when our son was 7 and our daughter 9, he looked me straight in the eye on CHRISTMAS EVE to ask me whether Santa was real. I tried all sorts of routes to get him to just accept it and move along. After all, we had church to get ready for and we were packing up for our first Campmas trip out in West Texas. I finally caved and begged him to not tell his sister. He went straight to his older sister and left her devastated that she had just lost another part of her childhood. BUT now they love pulling out their yearly ornaments (a stocking tradition I started when they were babies) and knowing that they are tied to both Santa and their mom's careful selection. And they hold onto the magic.
A member of the church told me on Sunday that when he was 6, he asked his mother quite insistently whether there was a Santa. She told him the truth and he cried for a long time. LOL poor kiddo.
Awe, that is sad and funny. Thankfully, our kids recovered from it pretty quickly. It's hard to be sad when you're spending your Christmas break exploring the Big Bend region of the Texas đŸ˜‰
Loved the explanation because it is true and in a way magical at the same time.
Oh, thank you! <3
Do you like to bite an ear off first? Nibble on a chocolate rump?
Such as allow me to muse with our offspring about the Easter Bunny and chocolate and colorful eggs!!
I used to bring up such questions during the Lenten period. I could really get my Catholic sister in law đŸ˜¡
I really love this piece for so many reasons. We continued my parents' tradition with our kids: Santa brought their stockings on Christmas morning. All of their gifts came from their loving parents. Yet there was still magic and excitement as they opened their stockings. Then, when our son was 7 and our daughter 9, he looked me straight in the eye on CHRISTMAS EVE to ask me whether Santa was real. I tried all sorts of routes to get him to just accept it and move along. After all, we had church to get ready for and we were packing up for our first Campmas trip out in West Texas. I finally caved and begged him to not tell his sister. He went straight to his older sister and left her devastated that she had just lost another part of her childhood. BUT now they love pulling out their yearly ornaments (a stocking tradition I started when they were babies) and knowing that they are tied to both Santa and their mom's careful selection. And they hold onto the magic.
A member of the church told me on Sunday that when he was 6, he asked his mother quite insistently whether there was a Santa. She told him the truth and he cried for a long time. LOL poor kiddo.
Awe, that is sad and funny. Thankfully, our kids recovered from it pretty quickly. It's hard to be sad when you're spending your Christmas break exploring the Big Bend region of the Texas đŸ˜‰