My middle girl is 10, and she believes in Santa, full stop. I think this is probably the last year this façade could possibly last. My ex-wife is okay with our daughter believing until she doesn’t anymore, but I think I should let the cat of the bag before she gets embarrassed by her ongoing belief. Any advice on how to temper this challenging situation?
I don’t believe in ghosts either
Ok, non-believer. Can I call you a scrooge without you getting offended? Let’s imbibe some spiked eggnog in honor of the fat man himself, and to hopefully put you in a more holly-jolly mood. I myself am on my second noggy, and I feel quite ready to “discuss” what I deem to be, essentially, your Christmas spirit problem.
First, let me get this off my Christmas-sweatered chest: Come on, man! If someone gave me an opportunity to go back and wonder if Santa Claus was going to come down my chimney for real, I would freaking jump on it. I mean, please understand– we cannot ever get that innocence or wonder back, so if I were you? I would let the process happen organically, not happen as you are sweeping up the garage ala my father. True story.
I know that it is unbelievable that some children can still believe, what with the age of technology and all, when every single bit of knowledge is literally at their fingertips. But find your belief. Ya gotta let that go, go, go, and say ho, ho, ho. And send another eggnog on down my chimney, please, and make it a double!
I hope you find it in your heart to continue the fantasy.
Merry Christmas, and Happy Everything!