Source: The Day I Learned To Love “The Santa Lie”
I love this…just…
this.
See…we did this, told beautiful and magnificent stories of Santa. In fact, I wrote an origin tale about Santa Claus that even involves the Baby. I tromped around on rooftops, and I walked on the carpet in ashes to leave boot prints…
…and the coup de gras? I told the kids that some parents understood that Santa had such a big job that they wanted to help share the burden of reaching all children to give gifts so they themselves took on the mantle of the jolly fat man…and in essence did indeed become Santa Claus.
I loved those days…every magical miracle moment. I stayed up all night long setting up race tracks and laying out Polly Pockets.
My dear friend and brother John writes about this so well, so eloquently…please head over and enjoy.