Comments on: Kate’s Escapades – I Believe in Santa Claus

By: Kate

Kate — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 03:10:45 +0000

Megan…You just made me the happiest mom tonight (and you made me cry, you knew that I would, didn’t you?) Glad to know it was all worth it. They are some of my best memories too! Love you.

By: Megan McKinnon

Megan McKinnon — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:24:32 +0000

I believe. And I have no idea what I would do if that illusion were ever broken for me. I had better wake up every Christmas morning to presents from Santa until I become Santa to my own children. Thank you for keeping the spirit of Christmas alive, Mom, and creating the most wonderful memories for all of us. Why do you think Christmas is all of your children’s favorite holiday? It’s because of you and the billion traditions we have. They are some of the best memories that I have. Love you, Mom. (aka: Santa)

By: Christine Jensen

Christine Jensen — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 23:15:07 +0000

I dread that day too..my oldest figured it out a year or so ago and I think my 2nd is on his way to discovery (you know the questions that they start to ask as they start to doubt). Luckily I have three more who are fully in the throws of Santa fervor, and I love it!

By: Denise

Denise — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 17:45:59 +0000

My oldest 2 never officially told me they no longer believed. They continued to play the game for the sake of their younger brother. I’ll probably never forget the night the youngest announced that he no longer believed. We were all sitting at the dinner table, and by “all” I mean Joe and I, my three birth sons, and a couple of the “adopted sons” that practically lived at our house as they were friends of my boys. JC announced that he knew there was no Santa as unceremoniously as if he had asked one of us to pass the potatoes. I froze, coffee in mid-air from table to my open mouth as this deafening hush fell over the usual rowdy dinner table. Then, when I could no longer sit there with 6 pairs of eyes boring into my face, I got up and walked from the room, down the hall, into my bedroom and shut the door where I promptly burst into tears. A few seconds passed when I heard a knock on my door. My oldest son had come to embrace me and give me that shoulder to cry on that I so desperately needed at that moment.

It was a heartbreaking, slap in the face wake up call that my little boy was not so little anymore. I sobbed. I did! But at the same time, I recognized that, by their simple act of silence and staring, all my men were, in essence, showing how much they cared for me and my feelings, and I saw that the compassion I wanted to instill in my boys (the adopted ones, too) was in their hearts as I’d hoped it would be.

We’ve since found other fun ways to fill that Santa void. One year I wrapped all their gifts in separate gift wrap with no name tags and then wrote poems full of clues as to which gift wrap belonged to which boy, and they still receive a “fun” gift or inexpensive toy each.

I’m sure, as the years go by and the family changes and grows, we’ll start new traditions, too. And of course, I can always look forward to spoiling the grandchildren!

By: karen

karen — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 13:35:17 +0000

That was beautifully written and I thoroughly enjoyed reading this today. Keeping Santa alive in your heart makes us young forever right? Have a wonderful Christmas,

Karen

By: Liz

Liz — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 12:18:40 +0000

I believe…

By: Kelly Ann T.

Kelly Ann T. — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 06:07:29 +0000

The kids at school told them there was not a Santa Clause. Now, they tell me I’m Mrs. Claus because I volunteer for Santa’s Helpers and I really get into christmas with the baking and decorating.