When my oldest believed in Santa Claus he would always ask me how he got into our apartment. We’d lived in so many of them I got used to the response. I tried to tell him the truth multiple times about how Santa is an idea of the goodness of the season, a representation of giving to those in need and the history of Santa Claus, the actual person and so on… none of it stuck. He believed in THE Santa Claus, the red suited, jolly Santa that was going to leave presents magically under the tree on Christmas Eve and there wasn’t much I could do about that. I clearly remember being extremely poor and Cody looking at me and patting me on the shoulder, he was so little, and saying, “I know we don’t have much Mom, so you could get me a pair of pants. I need pants. I’ll just ask Santa for everything else.” I smiled, said thank you, before going into the other room and cursing Santa Claus. (Sorry old man, playing your part is very hard sometimes!)
So yesterday Judah and I were checking out this little local store called The Giving Tree, it’s all done up for Christmas, the rooms are sparkly and Frosty and Santa decorate the entire store in blissful holiday spirit. Inside the room with the children’s things there was a little stand with little red boxes on them so I was curious. We went to scope it out and there it was, this magical key! All along I never knew how Santa was going to get into houses without Chimneys and here was the answer in the little red box. Perfect. But now we bought a house with a Chimney so I didn’t really need one. Judah really liked the key and in thought of the reason behind Santa I decided to pick one up for another family, with another little child who still has that twinkle in their eye and the ever questioning mind of how Santa will leave them gifts.
It’s never wrong to let a child believe in something impossible, they grow older and they learn in time, but we all need that hint of the impossible being possible in our hearts as we grow and learn about the world around us so that when we grow older and the world presses in we know that all things are possible under the sun. Thanks to my oldest for never listening to me and allowing us to have our traditions.