Our girls are seven, three and newborn. When and if any of them ever asks me directly who obtained for them some particular present, I’ll answer truthfully. And when and if any of them ever ask me if there is a Santa Claus, I’m going to say “yes,” because I think there is. It’s a reasonable belief, I think.
]]>As for things getting out of hand. I must confess that at age 6 I’d become convinced that Santa was actually Jesus as only Jesus could do the miracles that Santa had to do. (i.e. get in all those houses in a single night) Probably that’s when telling the kid is appropriate…
]]>FWIW, my parents never really made claims about Santa, but they did insist on the existence of Clyde, Santa’s helper elf, who was the one who visited our home.
]]>Well I reasoned that the ghosts weren’t real. But they were dangerous. So what else wasn’t real, but dangerous? G I Joe, of course. So I got as many G I Joe figures and their equivalents and set up a perimeter around the room. Lots of hidden sniper posts, machine gun turrets, mine fields and commandos ready to leap on the ghosts. Since they weren’t real I figured they were on the same terms as the ghosts and could really “lay down the law.” Worked like a charm. The ghost was scared to heck and never came back.
You see? I was in danger of scholastic philosophy even back then…
]]>Welcome aboard. We’re a small movement, resisting the disenchantment of the age, but we’re passionate. If C.S. Lewis can put Santa Claus in his Narnia stories, then darn it if that isn’t good enough for me.
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