No matter how old we are, Santa is a fun part of Christmas. Let’s face it, we deal with enough realities throughout the year that a jolly guy who slides down chimneys and showers us with gifts is . . . is a welcome change, even if it’s just for a short time.
I’m guessing plenty of kids choose to keep this special part of Christmas “alive” for similar reasons.
Many Christmases ago, when my daughter Callan was 7, she figured out there was no Santa. But since none of us wanted to spoil the spirit of Santa for Kiley, her younger sister, we all agreed to carry on as before.
However, when Kiley was 10 and still talking about Santa, I started to become concerned. I remember thinking, “Sooner or later, she’s going to discover the truth.” After all, any one of her 10-year-old friends was likely to spill the beans at any moment.
So I figured it was time to broach the subject. I recall dancing around the topic until Kiley just looked at me and bluntly said, “Mom, I know there’s no Santa—I just didn’t want to ruin it for Callan.”
There you have it. Santa stayed “real” in our house because nobody wanted to be the one to end it.