We’ve had a little crisis of faith this holiday season.. our youngest daughter not sure she believes in Santa Claus anymore.
She didn’t want to write a letter to Santa this year, wasn’t sure what she’d say.
I guess it’s only natural, kids get a little older, they start to talk to their friends at school. But it doesn’t make it any easier.
And so it was this Christmas. The kids knew they had gifts we bought for them waiting by the fireplace. But what about Santa.
On Christmas Eve our little kid started asking if Santa was coming. And we explained she hadn’t written Santa a letter. Santa didn’t know what she’d want anyway. We reminded her she wasn’t sure she believed anymore.
She said with the agony of a little child conflicted about her beliefs on Christmas Eve and clinging to childhood just a little longer, “I believe. I DO believe. I BELIEVE.”
The kids went to bed and woke up the next day to see all the gifts we had already wrapped and they opened them with the delight of all kids on Christmas Day.
Our daughter looked around for anything extra, but that was it, just the gifts from mom and dad and nothing more. She didn’t say anything but you knew she was thinking it. It went unsaid.
We went along with our Christmas Day and went to see her Abuelita for Christmas dinner. And when we arrived home after a long day, I reminded the kids there was one thing they hadn’t opened.
Where? They’d opened all the gifts.
Well, not all of them.
We pointed towards the fireplace. The stockings hung with care. Two red stockings etched in cursive with the word “BELIEVE”.
And our younger kid dug in to find a stocking full of her favorite things, little miniatures, a light up yo-yo, and the little erasers she loves to collect. The little erasers she told us she would have asked Santa for, if she had ever written that letter. Those erasers. Our older one found a bunch of stuff she loves too… even a harmonica.
As to how they all got there?
There was only one answer that made sense. There was only one answer as to HOW all these things got into two stockings with the word “believe”.
Later in the evening, mom asked her if she still believed in Santa. She said with little kid assurance, “I never said I didn’t”. And she was a little kid for just a little while longer.