I had a thought this morning as I was washing dishes.
I don't remember ever believing in Santa. I do remember believing in the Easter Bunny, but not Santa. I know I must have believed in him but I can't seem to remember ever going to bed early and leaving cookies out for him. I remember staying up late and watching "Christmas movies". I remember one year when I was in the 4th or 5th grade, it was Christmas Eve and we sat around the living room reading the Christmas story out of the Bible. That maybe my only memory of Christmas eve as a child. And its a good one.
When my girls were little we made a big deal of the Santa thing. We left out cookies and milk and even oats for the reindeer. (out on the porch) But we also went to the Christmas Eve service at church.
The reason I came to all this today, I was wondering when do kids find out the truth. That there is no Santa and furthermore, why do we lie. What's wrong with the real meaning of Christmas.
I think Christmas has become so commercial. I see people in the malls all grouchy because they have to get a gift for their "loved one". I say, if it makes you that mean and nasty then don't get them a gift, if you heart isn't into it. I'd much rather have a gift from the heart than something that someone bought not really wanting to.