If you are my mom, please don't read this post!!!!!
If since I could remember I never believed that Santa was for sure real. I always had serious doubts from day one. I would find the gifts my parents had hidden and see them marked for Santa. I would see Walmart tags on gifts that Elves supposedly had made. My older siblings would let it slip that it was sort of a myth. I think as a small child I figured he existed somewhere but never visited my home. I believed in the spirit (and I still do in a strange way) but I never looked at him as some physical real being. It was peaceful for me knowing. I never had false expectations.
Well now if you ask anyone I'm EVIL! I'm a grinch!!! Who doesn't believe in Santa? You see this is the year I'm supposed to start teaching the kids about Santa. But I don't know if I want to perpetuate the idea of him visiting our home and tagging gifts. I would rather teach that Santa is more like The Little Mermaid. He is out there somewhere doing good and we need to help him by helping others
Chris thinks I'm horrible (even though as a child he thought Santa HATED him b/c Santa got his rich friends better gifts than he ever got). Robbing them of childhood innocence. I suppose if he really is persistent on it I will cave and let the kids bake cookies and threaten them when they are bad that Santa is watching. I'm hoping though he will back down a little, but if he doesn't I will relent. The spirit of Christmas shouldn't be contention after all.
I just think it is funny that one can feel this way and everyone think I'm crazy. Maybe I am. After all this is what happens when you are the youngest of a blended family and your earliest Christmas memories were of watching Gremlins!!!! (I'm still scared of those things... I think it is really the only thing that can still creep me out but I was like 4 when I saw it for the first time).