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As you may know I am participating in the Long and Short Wednesday Weekly Challenge. This week the topic is what I thought of Santa as a kid.
Until the age of 7 (I think) I believed the same as everyone else. Santa Claus travelled the world delivering gifts to well behaved children. He did this in one night and delivered the gift you most wanted.
“A cynic is just a man who found out when he was about 10 that there wasn’t any Santa Claus, and he’s still upset.”James Gould
I never questioned this. Never questioned the fact that our apartment didn’t have a chimney. Or that this stranger would be entering said apartment in the middle of the night while we are asleep. Thinking back on it from an adult view, I wish I was a smarter kid.
My mother, on the other hand, decided I needed to know the truth. And I absolutely love the way she told me, and basically changed the way our small family celebrated the holiday.
My mother told me, quite simply, that she works and buys presents for me and the things I need all the time. There is no man living in the North Pole delivering gifts. This revelation did not hit me particularly hard (I dont think I was the die-hard ride or die Santa believer most children are).
Later she introduced me to Kwanzaa and the meanings behind the days and how they were celebrated, but I could never seperate Christmas and Kwanzaa. Although I know the ginormous difference between them and what they represent. I can’t remember the last time I celebrated Kwanzaa.
But, back to my mother. I don’t know if learning the truth about myths like Santa at an early age hinders or helps. I knew my mother worked hard. I knew she paid our bills and purchased the things I needed. I knew she got me birthday gifts and random gifts for absolutlely no reason throughout the year! So finding out she was supplying Christmas gifts didn’t really change anything.
Now, you can’t forget that I am looking at this through the lens of an adult remembering my childhood. Chances are I may have been shocked. I don’t think I cried, I would remember that, I think. But as I said, I was no faithful believer in Sants Claus. And in the end I was still getting gifts, which was at the time my main concern.
But what I remeber with absolute certainty, is that my world was not shattered. There was definately a shift in my thinking with this new information. Less interest in the Christmas coloring sheets and ornament-making at school and much more interest in convincing my mom I deserved a puppy, (which was always on my wish list) or whatever I would die without that year.
And thats it.
Now I’d like to hear from you.
What did you think of Santa and Christmas as a kid? What traditions are you passing on in your family? And of course, what Christmas themed books are you reading?
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