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mom, are you santa? gulp

October 20, 2011

Sometimes when you blog, you feel like all blogs are just reblogs of other blogs. In today’s case, it’s true! My friend Allison just posted this on her blog and I felt it appropriate to repost it since I fessed up that I was going to and her friend Jenn, is my friend too! So, here goes:

My friend, Jenn, found this letter a mom wrote to her daughter in response to a letter she had received from her daughter saying, “I NEED TO KNOW. ARE YOU SANTA? TELL ME THE TRUTH.”

Here’s what mom wrote back:

Dear Lucy,
Thank you for your letter. You asked a very good question: “Are you Santa?”

I know you’ve wanted the answer to this question for a long time, and I’ve had to give it careful thought to know just what to say.

The answer is no. I am not Santa. There is no one Santa.

I am the person who fills your stockings with presents, though. I also choose and wrap the presents under the tree, the same way my mom did for me, and the same way her mom did for her. (And yes, Daddy helps, too.)

I imagine you will someday do this for your children, and I know you will love seeing them run down the stairs on Christmas morning. You will love seeing them sit under the tree, their small faces lit with Christmas lights.

This won’t make you Santa, though.

Santa is bigger than any person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch.

It’s a big job, and it’s an important one. Throughout your life, you will need this capacity to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents and in your family. You’ll also need to believe in things you can’t measure or even hold in your hand. Here, I am talking about love, that great power that will light your life from the inside out, even during its darkest, coldest moments.

Santa is a teacher, and I have been his student, and now you know the secret of how he gets down all those chimneys on Christmas Eve: he has help form all the people whose hearts he’s filled with joy.

With full hearts, people like Daddy and me take our turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible.

So, no. I am not Santa. Santa is love and magic and hope and happiness. I’m on his team, and now you are, too.

I love you and I always will.

Mama

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Amy permalink
    October 20, 2011 11:20 am

    Such sweetness! What a wise mama. I adore this!

  2. Katie permalink
    October 20, 2011 12:37 pm

    What a beautiful way of putting it!

  3. Linda permalink
    October 21, 2011 7:14 am

    What a wonderful way to explain this to your child and it is so true. Thanks for posting it.

  4. Andrea permalink
    October 21, 2011 9:00 am

    Love this!

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