Faking Santa
When I was growing up, my parents were into the whole “faking Santa” thing, and they were really, really into it. We were constantly reminded that we needed to be good if we wanted Santa to bring us presents. We were fed all of the songs and television specials about Rudolph and Santa and the north pole and the magical helper elves. We were dutiful in leaving an offering for Santa on Christmas Eve in the form of milk and cookies. On one occasion, a few days before Christmas, my father went to the window and exclaimed that he had just seen a sleigh land and slide down the street from our cul de sac. He ventured out into the snowy Anchorage night while my mother frantically told us to stay the away from the windows; I was too naive and trusting to regard this injunction as suspicious. A few minutes later, my father returned with Santa himself. Santa had a big bag of presents and wanted to give each of us an early Christmas gift. It wasn’t until years later that I would realize that “Santa” had been our neighbor two houses over, dressed up in a Santa suit, and that my mother had been insistent on keeping us away from the windows so that we would not see “Santa” exiting his real home.
I was sad when my older brother told me that Santa was not real, that the entire thing was a hoax perpetuated by our parents. I cried. I told him to take it back, to tell me that he was lying, and eventually he did and went back to re-affirming the Santa mythos. But I never really believed in Santa after that. I saw the pieces that didn’t fit: that “Santa’s” handwriting on the presents was the same as my mother’s, that “Santa” had a strange penchant for using the exact same wrapping paper that the gifts from my parents’ were wrapped in, that “Santa” seemed to give the wealthier children more presents and the poorer children fewer presents, that “Santa” somehow managed to be visiting multiple malls and department stores around Anchorage at the exact same time.
I got over the disappointment pretty quickly, and by the next year, I was assisting my parents in wrapping presents and perpetuating the Santa mythos to my younger siblings. There was something exhilarating about seeing the look on their faces the next morning when they saw the huge pile of presents and believed Santa had come. I realized that while the “Santa” thing may have been a lie, it was still a labor of love.
Once Harley was born, Paul and I began to discuss the Santa thing, and found that we’re in disagreement on the matter. I would much rather skip the Santa mythos and center our holiday traditions around Advent and the birth of Jesus narrative, with a nod to Saint Nicholas of Myra and a discussion of who he was and how the Santa mythos grew out of the legends about him. I think that there’s plenty of magic and excitement associated with the holidays without Santa, and I think that belief in Santa Claus tends to distract from observance of the Christian aspects of Christmas. Paul thinks that faking Santa is fun for the kids and Christmas isn’t the same without Santa. I told him that I would go ahead and put some “from Santa” gifts in our present stash and leave the faking Santa routine to him.
As it turns out, we haven’t had much room for faking Santa in our Christmas routine due to our daughter’s disabilities. Last year, when Harley had still shown little interest in potty training at 4.5 years of age, we began telling her that she could select a present from the Christmas stash every time she successfully went potty in the toilet, but every time she went in her diaper, we would take a present away. That girl got potty trained fast. Christmas presents motivated her in a way that nothing else could have or would have. This year, we’ve made the same deal with getting herself dressed as the reward activity. As such, she has a huge pile of presents already stacked around the tree, and has seen the entire present stash multiple times. Not much room for faking Santa in that.
This morning when Harley came into my room, I rolled towards her in bed and said, “Sweetheart, do you know what day it is today? It’s Christmas Eve. Tonight you can open one present, and tomorrow you can open all of them.” She gave me a double thumbs-up, then started clapping with excitement and saying, “Yay, Christmas Eve!” There seems to be plenty of excitement and anticipation in our Christmas preparations without much help from Santa.
Tonight we’re going to do our customary opening-a-present-on-Christmas-Eve, then attend the 11 PM candle-lighting Christmas Eve service at DeerGrove Covenant Church. Tomorrow morning we’ll open presents, then go to Sacrament meeting at Paul’s ward at 11:30 AM.
Merry Christmas to all!
The comments of Tom point to some of the exact reasons that I have tried to avoid Santa in my household! It is difficult to believe in God sometimes! I don’t want to tell my children about baby Jesus and Santa in the same breath, and then to have them question all I have told them later. As you have discovered there are plenty of magical and fun things to do at Christmas time, without any lying to the kids about Santa. I’m sure my youngest sort of believes in Santa from what is around us, I’ve not flat out denied him, but when we see him at the shopping centre, I always say – there is a man dressed up as Santa, and I’m sure to let them know that the presents are from Mum and Dad, not a stranger!
So many more important stories and traditions to give to our children!