"Even though she was a grown woman, she believed in elves and Santa Claus and flying reindeer and sacks with an endless capacity for toys. Furthermore, she believed that believing in these things was the chief reason that she had more Fun in Life than others."
Now I'm not saying that I have more fun in life than others, but I certainly do believe in the magic of elves and Santa Claus and flying reindeer and sacks with an endless capacity for toys. And for this, I give credit to my mom.
Growing up (and now that I think about it, in all my 30-some years), my mom NEVER once told or "admitted" to me or my little sister that Santa Claus was any less than 100% real. No, she never ignored us. And no, she never lied to us. With a twinkle in her eye and love in her voice, she simply answered our questions with, "If you don't believe, he won't come." I believed, and he came.
As Christians, we will never lose sight of "the reason for the season". Both Will and Hallie understand and keep ever in their hearts and minds - perhaps better than I do at times - the fact that Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Jesus. (Speaking of, Hallie suggested that she and I purchase Baby Jesus a pair of ice skates for his birthday this year. Not yet sure how to address that one.)
Following my mom's lead, when my children ask me if Santa is real, I will answer - with a twinkle in my eye and love in my voice - "If you don't believe, he won't come."