Today Mike and I were alone in the car and he asked me if I believed in Santa Claus. I said “of course” and waited to see what he said next. He then listed a handful of kids in his kindergarten class who did not believe, and I commented on how sad that was. And he added “but all my friends believe in Santa.”
I told him how Santa means love and kindness and sharing. I also told him that he was old enough to hear about kids who don’t believe in Santa, but I hoped he wouldn’t mention that to his younger brothers. I asked him to help me let them just hear stuff that was OK for little brothers to hear.
I know this is probably his last year really believing, and I am sad that some doubt has been sowed in his mind. I’m hoping to at least be able to enlist his help next year in keeping Santa alive for his younger brothers.
The magic of bringing Santa alive in your heart is what Santa is all about. Mike made a cookie at school today and saved part of it to bring home and share with his brothers. I think he’s going to understand the next step of Santa-belief just fine.