Friday, December 25, 2020

Family's Christmas Ritual Keeps Spirit Of Santa Alive


Ain't this too sweet for words to describe? Many of us have had wildly different experiences for when it comes to digesting the hard truth that Santa Claus is just a work of the imagination. Some revelations hit harder than others. These particular parents though sound like they handle the process with love and grace and ultimately a passing of the torch kind of ritual takes place. Pretty neat. The world could always use some more wholesome vibes to go around. We've got plenty of the other bad stuff. 

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Text - ** "In our family, we have a special way of transitioning the kids from receiving from Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the Santa construct is not a lie that gets discovered, but an unfolding series of good deeds and Christmas spirit. When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see that dawning suspicion that Santa may not be a material being, that means the child is ready. I take them out "for coffee" at the local wherever. We get a booth, order our drinks, and the following pronouncement is

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Text - You probably have noticed that most of the Santas you see are people dressed up like him. Some of your friends might have even told you that there is no Santa. A lot of children think that, because they aren't ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE. Tell me the best things about Santa. What does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead the kid from "cookies" to the good feeling of having done something for someone else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your first job as a Santa!" Make sure you

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Text - My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the corner. She really was horrible-had a fence around the house and would never let the kids go in and get a stray ball or Frisbee. She'd yell at them to play quieter, etc-a real pill. He noticed when we drove to school that she came out every morning to get her paper in bare feet, so he decided she needed slippers. So then he had to go spy and decide how big her feet were. He hid in the bushes one Saturday, and decided she was a medium. We went to Kma

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Text - Over the years, he chose a good number of targets, always coming up with a unique present just for them. One year, he polished up his bike, put a new seat on it, and gave it to one of our friend's daughters. These people were and are very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok. The look on her face, when she saw the bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was almost as good as the look on my son's face. When it came time for Son #2 to join the ranks, my oldest came along, and helped with t

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