Yep, I’m one of those deluded and evil parents who lies to her children. I know it’s not the modern way, but then I’ve rarely taken the modern route. My kids believe in the tooth fairy – and fairies in general – the Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus. We even have an Elf on the Shelf (albeit the sweet plush one, not the creepy plastic-faced one).
In my home, we celebrate St. Nikolaus Tag, just like I did as a child. I grew up without Santa Claus, actually. It was the Christkind who came to my house on Christmas Eve to help my parents trim the tree and leave gifts under it as we waited, almost patiently, at the top of the stairs. Of course, in my 1st Generation way, I took Christkind literally and pictured a baby Jesus (or Christ Child) toddling about, placing a wrapped treat under the tree. That’s not at all what the Christkind is.
I love all things magical and fantastical. Books like The Wizard of Earthsea, The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, and A Wrinkle in Time were my go-to refuges as a loner in 3rd grade and up. I even poured out my heart and told my secrets to my stuffed animals long after it would have been considered “appropriate” to do so. Thankfully, I went away to college, and I left those inanimate friends behind. Long(er) story short, I want my children to feel that immersion in the fantastical too. And, for now, they do.
I have to say, a letter to Santa that just shows appreciation for an orange, some Gelt, and a matchbox car – without asking for a gift? Priceless. All this kiddo wants is to know how Santa got to his house for St. Nikolaus Day — since there wasn’t any snow. To me, that’s part of the wonder. And for now, that’s what they have.
Dear Santa Claus…I can’t believe you gave me something when I thought I was a naughty boy. I appreciated you doing what you did! I have a question for you…How do you get to our house on St. Nikolaus Day? (PS: I hope you have a Merry Christmas.)
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