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Santa is real…at least to me {Guest Post}

11.21.12

There’s a couple hot buttons in the blogosphere (more than a couple, I’m sure). Among them, I think, are homeschooling (I don’t), fundraising (yup, do a lot of that), and Santa. And, well, you all know about my Santa views now.

I wasn’t quite prepared for the response to that one. Lots of pats on the backs and lots of shoulder shrugs and “ugh”s.

At the end of the blogging day, I was pretty pumped from all the discussion and appreciated the opportunity to see things myself in a new way. My friend Gina commented:

We are full-on Santa lovers in our family. To me Santa IS all about generosity and sacrifice. Santa works all year to give to others. Santa wants to see all children with smiles on their faces. As children get older, they begin to understand that Santa is a metaphor for how we all should act. WE all should be like Santa. We all should work to put smiles on others’ faces. We learn that Christmas is more fun in the giving than the receiving.

I had never really thought of Santa being a model of sacrifice. But, you know, there’s really something to that.

And, from Bridget:

In our home, Santa loves Jesus so much that he wants to share that love by bringing happiness and joy to the children of the world. While Santa helps us celebrate with gifts, we are honoring the birth of Jesus.

Pretty neat.

Another friend, Cindy, told me how much she appreciated my post and understood how we got there and that she has arrived at a different way of doing things for her family. So, I invited her to share it with all of you. Check it out.

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With Christmas coming and my kids getting older, I’ve been asked several times when I plan on telling my kids that Santa isn’t real. I always respond to questions like that the same way: I never, ever plan on telling my kids that Santa isn’t real, and I really hope no one else does either. Because to us, he is as real as the day is long.

I know there are children who celebrate without Santa who have just as lovely a Christmas as those of us who do. Jesus’s birthday is cause for plenty of celebration with or without the jolly guy in red having a part in it. And other religions that don’t celebrate Christmas at all get along just fine without even thinking of Mr. Claus. Hey, Santa’s not for everyone.

The thing is, we LOVE Santa here at our house.  No, I’ve never actually seen the guy. I don’t know if he actually lives at the North Pole and has reindeer that fly. No, I don’t think he actually travels across the world dropping gifts to everyone in one single night. But I do think he’s there. Somewhere.

When I was a kid, besides Santa there was also this little nameless elf that would visit us each morning for the full week before Christmas. Starting December 19th, my sister and I would wake up to a little treat next to our pillows. It was never anything huge… just a roll of Lifesavers or maybe a pack of Scratch n’ Sniff stickers. But that little trinket always gave us such a thrill – like an appetizer for the big day. I never saw that mysterious elf either. I just always hoped and had faith that he (or she) would show up, just like the big man on Christmas.

I don’t know. . . I can’t explain it completely. To my kids and me, Santa is the personification of that unexplainable feeling. That magical, mystical feeling that goes beyond Jesus’s birthday celebration.  The one that feels like sparkles and smells like peppermint, wood-burning fireplaces and vanilla cookies. Taking all that magic, stuffing it into a red suit and giving it name like Santa Claus helps make that feeling concrete.

Santa gives me a happy feeling that I always hope my children feel as well. Maybe it’s just the tradition of it all that works for us.  Or maybe I’m just the crazy woman that lives next door. Either way, I love keeping the spirit of Santa Claus alive and well and hope that everyone can respect our choice to do so.

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Cindy Dudas is a work-at-home mom who started blogging as a way to get her feelings out there. She is a freelance writer/blogger currently writing for the Parental Guidance section of NJ.com and her own blog Whatever Works.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
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We don’t do Santa

11.16.12

I shared yesterday what we do with the gift giving in our family. About 3 years ago, I shared here what we don’t do and why. Three years later, it’s pretty much the same deal.

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Grocery store check out lady: “So, what is Santa bringing you for Christmas this year?”

Kids: “We don’t believe in Santa.”

Grocery store check-out lady and all others in earshot: [gasps of horror]

We don’t do Santa in our house. (go ahead, get your gasps out now.)

The kids know that we shop for gifts for them and we fill their stockings hung by the chimney with care. We tell the kids that some families like to play a game with their children, pretending that Santa is real and brings them gifts at Christmas. But, he’s just that, a game based on a really nice man who lived a long time ago named St. Nicholas who gave money to poor families.

We’re cool with him though. We still wave to him at the mall as we explain that it’s really a man dressed up like Santa. In fact, we’ve got one of those costumes in our cedar closet that my granddad used to wear. We still read Twas the Night Before Christmas and sing along to Here Comes Santa Claus. And, we all look forward to the classic Christmas specials with Rudulph and the silly dentist elf. But, we’ve just never been into the whole game for a handful of reasons.

* Simply put, keeping up the Santa story can distract us from talking about Jesus’ birth and the significance of the incarnation.

* I know it can be fun, but it’s not truth. In fact, we know people who have created quite a web of lies to protect their children’s belief in Santa. Perhaps it’s my overthinking coming into play, but we’d rather have our kids know they can totally trust us rather than build a complicated story that others reinforce which they later find out isn’t actually true. If we lie about Santa, would our children question whether we are lying about other things that are unseen? If we ask them to believe in a Santa they cannot see and they find out we have lied, will they doubt whether our testimony that God is real is true?

* We want our children to understand the value of the gifts they are given, from us or other family members, and recognize that some gifts are a real sacrifice financially and have taken a lot of effort. We want them to learn gratefulness for this sacrifice. We think telling them that Santa gave them their gifts takes away from their understanding of generosity and sacrifice.

* We do not want them to fall prey to a works mentality. We’ve all heard it–“Stop that or else Santa will put you on the naughty list!” We don’t want our children to think that blessings depend solely on whether they have been good or bad. We want them to understand what grace is–God’s unmerited favor, kindness from God that we don’t deserve. There is nothing we have done or can ever do to earn this favor. The classic lesson that “being bad” may put them on the “naughty list,” translating into less presents or a lump of coal could really hinder their understanding of grace.

It’s how we do things, but we respect that others do things differently. I know friends who have fond memories of leaving out milk and cookies and all that and want to give their kiddos the same. I get that. We’ve got some traditions we can’t let go of too. And, don’t worry–we tell the kids that some families really like the game. They have strict instructions not to tell other kids that Santa isn’t real in case they believe he is.

Of course, that may not stop Lydia who told Mark on the phone yesterday when we got back from a little Christmas shopping: “I’m not going to tell you I bought a flashlight. I don’t want to tell you, okay?”

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The Story of 3 Gifts {How we do Christmas}

11.15.12

We are so into Christmas already around here. And, apparently, I’m not the only one whistling Christmas carols. I’ve had a bunch of emails asking for me to send them this link to a post I put up last year about how we do Christmas. So, I decided to repost it for those who were wondering what I was talking about when I asked on Facebook for kind souls to send me their extra coupons for my kids’ gold gifts. 
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$450 billion. Americans spend about $450 billion on Christmas each year.

Way back when we started our family, we didn’t know this number. But, we knew we wanted to “do gifts” a bit differently for our family.

We decided we wanted gifts to mean something.

When we were pregnant with our first child who is now 10 (gasp!), we decided we’d use gift giving as a teachable moment for our children.

And, so, we give them 3 gifts. That’s it. 3 gifts. From us. Not from Santa. From Mom and Dad.

These three gifts symbolize those of the wise men. And, each year, before we open gifts, we read the story and remind the children about the wise men and the gifts they brought to baby Jesus, the incarnate God.

The wise men brought Jesus myrrh. 
Myrrh was a valuable gift of practical use–it was used medicinally for all sorts of ailments from coughs to open wounds. It was a good gift to bring a mother of a new baby. And, in addition to daily use, it was used for embalming and anointing the dead. And, so, it was a prophetic gift, already setting up the Gospel story from the beginning. God’s son would have to die.

Our children’s first gift is a practical gift, something they need and can use daily–a piece of clothing, some sheets for their bed, a bike helmet, something like that.

The wise men brought Jesus frankincense.
Frankincense is the purest form of incense and was primarily used in worship. When burned, the white smoke and sweet smell it produces is a symbol of our prayers going up to heaven and creates a meaningful experience for everyone present. It’s a symbolic gift, pointing to Jesus fully being God, Emmanuel, God with us, the only one worthy of our worship.

Our children’s second gift, likewise, is an experiential gift, something not tangible but something meaningful to us as a family–tickets to a theater show, a coupon for a night out with Daddy for ice cream sundaes, a night out at the ball park, something like that.

The wise men brought Jesus gold.
Gold was as valuable then as it is now. It was a precious gift, one that some say financed the family’s trip to Egypt. But, it was also a very symbolic gift in that gold was given to princes when they were born. And, that is what Jesus is–royalty, a King in the line of David, King of the world, King of our hearts. When we become a follower of Jesus, we are adopted into God’s family and we too become princes and princesses, heirs to the throne. We don’t deserve it; no matter how good we are, we won’t ever be good enough to deserve it. But, because of Jesus, God sees us like He sees His own Son. And, we become like Him.

Our children’s third and last gift is a gold gift, something they really really want. Sometimes these gifts are a little more costly–like a lego set or a sweet new scooter (shhhh….). And, sometimes, they really aren’t costly at all, but just something we know they really want, something that is like gold to them. And, we just want to give it to them because we love them and want to bless them.

Of course, they have grandparents, all of whom dote on our children. And, now that they are older, we let them choose small gifts for each other that they pay for with their chore money (which is a teachable moment in an of itself). So, yes, they do get more than 3 gifts. Deprived they are not.

And, we know we are doing what we can to set them up to understand that Christmas is not simply about Rudolph, sparkly trees, cookies and milk, and boxes wrapped up with fancy bows.

It’s about Jesus.

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Coming up next…how we handle Santa

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20 Defining Moments in My Motherhood

5.14.12

1. My reaction when a doctor told me on the phone it would be “nearly impossible” for us to conceive.


2. Each of the 4 times we heard for the first time that our babies were no longer growing and we were going to miscarry.

3. Driving to the hospital in labor with our first.

4. When my mom left our house the week after we had Evan and left me on my own to be a mommy.

5. Taking a pregnancy test and laughing aloud as I held 1-year-old Evan on my hip and learned we were having another.

6. Strategizing with Mark in the hospital after delivering Ashlyn about how we were going to manage 2 little children—that ended with me in tears.

7. Hearing Evan say his name for the first time after months of therapy and wondering if he’d ever speak.

8. A conversation with Mark during lunch out about me wanting another child (as the two we had were squirming and crying and Mark looked at me wide-eyed as if I had lost my mind).

9. Our first conversation about adoption and the dream I had that night about a little Asian girl calling me Mama at my bedside.

10. When the doctor who had just told us we were miscarrying again called us later that day to tell us he might be wrong = Drew, 7 months later.

11. Drew’s tumultuous delivery, seeing his limp body, hearing my husband crying, not knowing if our son was alive or dead and then hearing his cry.

12. Crying with Evan’s kindergarten teacher as we read his evaluation report together when she told me, “There is nothing wrong with him. He doesn’t need to be fixed.”

13. Dancing around the dining room with joy when we knew that Lydia was going to be ours and saying her full name for the first time.

14. My first glimpse of Lydia in real life as she came into that sterile office in the arms of an orphanage nanny and lit up the room.

    15. Overhearing Ashlyn speak softly and lovingly to Lydia in the middle of the night to calm her and help her fall back to sleep.

      16. Watching Drew day in and day out pursue his little sister and dote on her even when faced with rejection.

        17. Shopping alone with Lydia when I realized I was attached.

          18. Ashlyn praying at night, thanking God that she could learn more about Him.

            19. Peeking in Evan’s room to find him devouring Harry Potter books, one at a time, the boy who said he never wanted to learn to read and yelled, “I hate learning!” a few years earlier.

              20. Celebrating Mother’s Day with an uneventful breakfast out as a family followed by pictures with all 4 children smiling at the same time.

                Happy Mother’s Day to me. 

                Ni Hao Yall

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