Dear Santa: Thanks for being a great guy.

He’s jolly. He’s sweet. With a beard that can’t be beat. That’s right- we’re talking about Santa.

He’s the perfect man!

Married to the same woman for eons, he generously gives gifts to the good children, and life-saving house-warming lumps of coal to the naughty ones. All he asks for in return (and did he ever really ask, or did we assume that’s what he wanted?) are a few cookies, and a chance to bring the world some happiness.

I’ll be honest… I’m not religious. Is it that obvious?

Well, what I don’t follow in religious doctrine, I try to make up for in fun traditions that promote togetherness, mindfulness and the spirit of giving. That being said, the holy symbol of St. Nicholas is a fantastic role model for men all over the world.

Think about it – a childless man, toils all year to bring joy to kids all over the world. He rewards kids who try their hardest to be gentle and kind- just the way he is. I think all kids could take a great lesson from Santa, and do at least one selfless act per year. I read about a fantastic idea a long time ago about bringing your kids into the fold of the great Santa Reveal by gently transitioning them into becoming Santa instead of just ending their firmly-held beliefs. I’ll post it below, but if you haven’t read it yet – do you even internet? Apparently it appeared as early as 2007 on a forum about single parenting, and the sentiment is just lovely.

So here you are, a classic oldie but a goodie.

To all you mom’s out there – Merry Christmas & Happy holidays to all who celebrate the spirit of love and giving. May you get all the kisses and adoration – because you’re the real Santa.



In our family, we have a special way of transitioning the kids from receiving from Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the Santa story is not a lie that gets discovered, but is instead an unfolding series of good deeds and Christmas spirit.

When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see that dawning suspicion that Santa may not be a material being, that means the child is ready.

I take them “out for coffee.” We get a booth, order our drinks, and the following pronouncement is made:

“You sure have grown an awful lot this year. Not only are you taller, but I can see that your heart has grown, too. [ point out 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior, consideration of people’s feelings, good deeds etc, the kid has done in the past year]. In fact, your heart has grown so much that I think you are ready to become a Santa Claus.

“You probably have noticed that most of the Santas you see are people dressed up like him. Some of your friends might have even told you that there is no Santa.  A lot of children think that, because they aren’t ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE.

“Tell me the best things about Santa. What does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead the child from “cookies” to the good feeling of having done something for someone else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your first job as a Santa!”

Make sure you maintain the proper conspiratorial tone.

We then have the child choose someone they know–a neighbor, usually. The child’s mission is to secretly, deviously, find out something that the person needs, and then provide it, wrap it, deliver it–and never reveal to the target where it came from. Being a Santa isn’t about getting credit, you see. It’s about unselfish giving.

My oldest son chose the “witch lady” on the corner. She really was horrible–had a fence around the house and would never let the kids on Kirkcaldy Street go in and get a stray ball or frisbee. She’d yell at them to play quieter, etc–a real pill.  She came out to get her paper every morning at the exact same time, when we were driving to school. Adam noticed that she was always in bare feet or flip-flops, so he decided she needed slippers. He had to go spy and decide how big her feet were, so he hid in the bushes one Saturday, and decided she wore a Medium.

We went to Kmart and bought warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and tagged it “Merry Christmas from Santa.” After dinner one evening, he slipped down to her house, and slid the package under her driveway gate. The next morning, we watched her waddle out to get the paper. She picked up the present, peered at it quizzically, and went inside. My son was all excited, and couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. The next morning, as we drove off, there she was, out getting her paper–wearing the slippers. Adam was ecstatic. I had to remind him that NO ONE could ever know what he did, or he wouldn’t be a Santa.

Over the years, he chose a new target every Christmas, always coming up with a unique present just for them. One year, he polished up his bike, put a new seat on it, and gave it to one of our friend’s daughters, with the permission of her parents. This family was very poor. The look on her face, when she saw the bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was almost as good as the look on my son’s face.

When it came time for Son #2 to join the ranks, my oldest came along, and helped with the induction speech. They are both excellent, creative gifters, by the way, and never felt that they had been lied to–because they were let in on the Secret of Being a Santa.

Happy Holidays to All!”

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