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Little ds was born into a home with teenaged siblings who already knew that Santa is a concept, not just a bearded white man in a red suit on a Toys R Us ad. It was just too hard to shrink him back down again and we didn't really want to anyway.
“Ma!” Laura cried. “There IS a Santa Claus, isn’t there?”
“Of course there’s a Santa Claus,” said Ma. She set the iron on the stove to heat again.
“The older you are, the more you know about Santa Claus,” she said. “You are so big now, you know he can’t be just one man, don’t you? You know he is everywhere on Christmas Eve. He is in the Big Woods, and in Indian Territory, and far away in York State, and here. He comes down all the chimneys at the same time. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ma,” said Mary and Laura.
“Well,” said Ma. “Then you see–”
“I guess he is like angels,” Mary said, slowly. And Laura could see that, just as well as Mary could.
Then Ma told them something else about Santa Claus. He was everywhere, and besides that, he was all the time.
Whenever anyone was unselfish, that was Santa Claus.
Christmas Eve was the one time when everybody was unselfish. On that one night, Santa Claus was everywhere, because everybody, all together, stopped being selfish and wanted other people to be happy. And in the morning you saw what that had done.
“If everybody wanted everybody else to be happy, all the time, then would it be Christmas all the time?” Laura asked, and Ma said, “Yes, Laura.”
~Laura Ingalls Wilder, On the Banks of Plum Creek, “The Christmas Horses”
She still believes. I have never 'broke the news' to any of my kids. Elijah was about 10 when she asked when Santa stopped bringing presents, I just told her when she goes to High School (age 11-12) after that it's down to us to buy the gifts. All my kids have grown up with that concept and to this day not one has said they don't believe (eldest three are 12,15 & 17). I never ever told my parents when I stopped believing either!
I THINK he does. He did last year when he was 7. But, at Easter, he was really questioning the whole Easter Bunny thing, and was saying he didnt' believe.....but he still believes in the Tooth Fairy.......he hasn't mentioned Santa for awhile. We'll see what happens as the season gets closer.
Proud Mom of an only child- Parker Joseph- 2-21-2005