Monday, November 25, 2013

Team Santa

An email came in my inbox from a teacher. The first sentence was "This is the hardest thing I've ever written."
Oh boy.

The teacher had asked in class when the kids first learned the "truth about Santa".
And the look of sadness on my child's face gave away that this was news to them. They were in a classroom in the middle of all their peers.
All the other kids seemed to know, but not my kid.

I knew there would be a talk when my child came home from school. But I had no idea what I'd say.
We've never pushed "Santa". We've never flat out told our kids that there is or isn't a Santa. We just sort of follow their lead.
They've picked up enough from media and society to know the story.
We've never confirmed or denied. We just smile and nod.

But now the moment of truth was upon me. My child was devastated. Broken hearted. Embarrassed. And I was left to put the crumbled pieces back together.
So we talked. I apologized profusely for letting my kid get into that situation. I should have done or said something before.
But I didn't. And I took the blame for it. I cried. My child cried.

I explained that there are basically 2 teams. Those who SHARE the joy of Santa, and those who RECEIVE the joy of Santa.
My kids have been on the receiving team. And now that this child was growing up, there's a new responsibility to share the joy. It was time to join Team Santa.
It's a very big responsibility. We can't crush other's dreams or hopes. We can't blurt things out carelessly. We can't make fun of those who are still receiving the joy.
We have to take notice of wonder and sparkle in people's eyes. We have to be careful, taking notice of which team people are on.
It's a very big responsibility to share the joy, by being on Team Santa.
My kid said, "There should be a hand signal or something! That way when we walk in a room, we just flash a sign at someone and know immediately if they're on the giving or receiving team!" I laughed and agreed!
We made an "S" with our hands in front of our chests, by putting our thumbs together, one hand with fingers cupped upward, the other hand with fingers cupped downward.

An "S". Team Santa. On the GIVING side of joy.
It's our mission to carry on the joy.
As Christians we know that Christmas is about the birth of Jesus. It's an amazing wonderful magical time.
A time of Joy. And as Christians it's our duty to share Joy with others, lifting and encouraging. Being a light.
It's a big responsibility being on Team Santa.
But if you think it's the right time for your child to switch teams, it's a pretty great place to be!


merlin said...

This made me cry, the loss of innocence and the grace.

Patti said...

You handled that situation wonderfully! I remember listening to my child when he was a bit older, but still believing ~ trying to convince his friends that they were really wrong - that there really is a Santa... :)
Blessings, Patti

lucaseth said...

We had a similar situation in our house this year....our youngest son "found" Santa letters I send to our family....he was upset but we talked it through....but DH took it sooo hard that he no longer believed in Santa...our baby had grown up...DH wasn't ready for that...

Unknown said...

I can see my son being in this same situation. May I ask how old your son is? Do you wish you would have told him yourself earlier? I think you gave a fantastic explanation.

Beki - TheRustedChain said...

The kid was 11, I believe. And yes, I do wish we'd discussed it sooner so they didn't have to find out at school!

Patty Sumner said...

I think you did a great job taking care of the mishap....I love your attitude.. Yes, as Christians Christmas is about Jesus but we also have to be careful and not steal someones joy..... just not the way, the pics were so amazing.. I almost could not stay focused on reading because the pictures were so breathtaking. Blessings!

Debby said...

I'm sorry for your son. I don't think what the teacher did was appropriate. We always told our kids that we believed in Santa. It was the spirit of believing. I know some people that never do Santa. The ones that are knowing spoiling for others is sad too. I think you handled it really well.

jan said...

Great idea, Beki!

We never had admitted there's no Santa .. and my kids are 33 and 30.

In fact, there is a Santa.

I know, because I live with him.

My hubby is round, jolly and has a pretty full white beard. Starting in the fall, he carries little candy canes, and tiny flashlights engraved "Merry Christmas, Santa"

In December, he wears red shirts a lot, and he subs as Santa (with his own real-honest-to-goodness Santa suit) at the local Harley-Davidson dealership.

We have a wonderful time in restaurants and stores, as little ones peek, smile, wave and insist that someone let them come talk to him or hug him.

He always obliges, and will do his best to let them know that Jesus loves them.

Grandmommy said...

My mom told me when I quit believing, he quit coming. He came right up until I got married and still comes. I married him. love your explanation.

Grandmommy said...

My mom told me when I quit believing, he quit coming. He came right up until I got married and still comes. I married him. love your explanation.

Lori said...

I love this Beki and passed it on to a friend of mine that just went through this with her daughter.

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