Savannah's Weblog

She wants very much to believe in Santa Claus. She tells me he's real and every day tells me of a new rule she's heard. If you want toys, Santa brings you what you want. If he comes down the fireplace with a fire, he'll get burned. You have to leave chocolate milk and cookies out to say thank you. His reindeer land on the roof, and they don't fall off. Santa has a beard. Where is the North Pole? We have to leave oatmeal on the lawn to get the reindeer to come to our house.

Isn't it usually the parent trying to convince the child of his existence? When she first mentioned Santa a few weeks ago, I told her that Mama and Daddy don't do Christmas and that Santa is not real. I also told her not to tell her classmates that he's not real. I blieve this is the only time I told her. I did hear Brad say it once. We dropped it though because she wants to believe it and gets somewhat distressed if we contradict her. So when she gives me these rules, I say, "Really?" "Are you sure?" or "Where'd you hear that?"

I think deep down she believes us. Just because. That's probably why she's trying to convince me. I kept her out of preschool today, the source of a lot of her information, because Santa was supposed to make a visit. We went to the mall for ice cream and the carrousel. She's been going to sleep very nicely. And sleeping through as well.

It's said for me. Preschool meets Monday, then disbands for Christmas break. I'm considering not sending her back the first day they reconvene. I vividly remember going back to school in January telling everyone about each gift and each happy in my stocking. My friends did the same.

I don't want for her to realize that something as happy as toys magically appearing isn't true. But this one is not something I'll compromise.

God gives us our blessings.