Powerless Against Santa
December 7th, 2013
Last year, we decided that we weren’t going to “do the Santa thing” with the kids. I had lots of reasons and you can read about them here.
This year, I was worried that Miss Mouse was going to be That Kid who ruins the magic of Santa for her peers, earning me the eternal resentment of parents who go all-in on the big guy in red.
It turns out, I needn’t have worried. Rational conversations with her parents are simply incapable of counteracting the Santa-mania that runs rampant through preschool classrooms.
My girl believes.
Our church Christmas party tonight really underscored this for me. Miss Mouse was all aflutter before the party because her church buddies had told her Santa was going to come. Oooh! Eeeee! Oh boy! She was eager to tell Santa what she wanted for Christmas.
I gently reminded her that she was more than welcome to tell Santa, but she should be sure to tell me, too, since I would be the one buying the presents.
She frowned at me, then joined the throng of kids racing through the church basement, hyped up on hot cocoa and cookies, shrieking: Santa is coming! Santa is coming!!!
And Buggie? Well, Buggie was the only child in the room who showed no hesitation when confronted with a stranger wearing a fake beard. He charged across the room immediately to give Santa a big hug.
Honestly, I’m fine with this development. It’s sort of a win-win. I feel good because I’m not actively lying to them. They are still enjoying the Santa experience. When they ask me questions, I answer them truthfully. But if they choose to believe that I’m a hopelessly out of touch grown up clueless about the important things in life (a sentiment that I suspect may grow as the years go on), that’s okay.