I’ve always liked Christmas, and I’ve always loved Santa. He was the one I could count on for years to hear my prayers. It sounds terrible to write that now at my age, but when I was a four, he was the closest thing to Jesus that I could possibly grasp. Yes, there, I said it. A man far, far away knows if we’ve been bad or good, and in his mercy, is willing to give me a gift all the same. Yup, for the longest time, Santa was my Jesus. ... Read the full post on the Sounding...
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Great post Presvitera.
A while ago, I decided not to "pretend" there was a Santa when I eventually have children. I thought that it was wrong for parents to lie to their kids and that it created a massive dissapointment once you discovered that it was all make - believe. The whole idea of Santa felt materialistic and can be distracting to the true meaning of Christmas.
But then one day, I realised that believing in Santa was similar to believing in God. It was a way for children to learn about the ideas of 'being good' 'having faith' and ''beliving'. These are important lessons and I think that Santa does a great job to teach these lessons to children.
So, I have now changed my mind. I can't wait to wrap up presents and put them under the tree for my children (one day in the future).
Much love,
Sia x
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