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I am such a hypocrite.
For years I as admant that I would not teach my children about Santa. I loathed the idea. I love the idea of Father Christmas and the origins of Santa, though, so I was walking a fine line. What always left a bad taste in my mouth is the Be Good = Prezzies Be Bad = No Prezzies/Coal idea, especially.
So this year when Sebastian asked about "Santata" I decided to go the "Some people believe" route. And it worked. For awhile. I did take him to the Holly Tree to see "Santata" as a suprise (he was suprised) and finally, right around Christmas Eve..... I caved. We left milk and cookies, we talked about how maybe Santata would bring him a special gift (traffic cones.... The Boy got traffic cones from Santata) and we hung up our stockings AND we left milk and cookies that he and Nana had baked out. And left a letter. The Boy also pulled a chair over to the plate so that Santata could sit down to eat.
*sigh*
*sigh*
(and you know what? It was FUN!)
For years I as admant that I would not teach my children about Santa. I loathed the idea. I love the idea of Father Christmas and the origins of Santa, though, so I was walking a fine line. What always left a bad taste in my mouth is the Be Good = Prezzies Be Bad = No Prezzies/Coal idea, especially.
So this year when Sebastian asked about "Santata" I decided to go the "Some people believe" route. And it worked. For awhile. I did take him to the Holly Tree to see "Santata" as a suprise (he was suprised) and finally, right around Christmas Eve..... I caved. We left milk and cookies, we talked about how maybe Santata would bring him a special gift (traffic cones.... The Boy got traffic cones from Santata) and we hung up our stockings AND we left milk and cookies that he and Nana had baked out. And left a letter. The Boy also pulled a chair over to the plate so that Santata could sit down to eat.
*sigh*
*sigh*
(and you know what? It was FUN!)