For the first time, I'm dealing with one of my little ones wondering if there really is a Santa Claus. My 6 year-old told me some of the older kids at school told her Santa, The Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy were not real and that it was "your parents" giving you all those surprises. I didn't know what to say because I don't want her to think someday that I lied to her. So I just said, "it's all just the magic of being a child honey". That seemed to satisfy her.
I remember learning that my parents were the ones putting all the gifts under the tree on Christmas Eve. It nearly broke my heart. I can still picture by brother teasing me that I was too old to believe in Santa. But the memories of Santa are still so clear. I can still see the snow falling on Christmas Eve as my dad, brother, sister and I were outside feeding cattle or milking cows. The yard light sent a special glow every year on that Holy Night. The snow sparkled brighter than ever. When we finished our chores we would go inside. My mom would be "fake" sleeping on the couch... and we would see all the gifts "Santa" brought while we were outside.( We opened gifts on Christmas Eve when I was little) There was nothing more magical!
Now to see the eyes of my kids on Christmas morning! WOW! There is nothing more magical! I can't wait!