The Man in Red
December 24th, 2010
Tonight’s the night. Up on the rooftop, reindeer pause (or is it ‘paws’?)… Santa Claus is coming to town!
We haven’t quite made up our minds yet about how we’re going to be handling the jolly old elf in this family. Happily, we dodged the bullet this year (again) because Miss Mouse remains mostly oblivious to St. Nick. She can recognize Santa on sight, but as of yet seems to harbor no inkling that he is supposed to be a magical creature that arrives in a sleigh bearing presents.
I have some ambivalence about Santa Claus that I can’t quite put my finger on. Sure, Jesus should be the reason for the season, but that’s not it. And yes, lying to your kid is a dubious enterprise, but I can make my peace with that. I’m not antagonistic towards him like some moms I know — mostly just apathetic.
Our general plan is to follow the basic framework my folks used when I was younger. Santa Claus brought the stocking, everything else was from Mom and Dad. It worked well for us. I’d get to leave out cookies and then race downstairs in the morning to tear into the bulging stocking. But I also learned proper gratitude that comes from thanking the person responsible for your gifts!
So I think we’ll try that with the kiddos. I made a stocking for Miss Mouse this year (it’s awesome) and will do so for Little Bear before next year (I swear). I don’t plan to go overboard in explaining the ins and outs of Kris Kringle, but when she learns (as I’m sure she will) we’ll play along.
Ho Ho Ho!