It was the morning of the annual Christmas celebration in my neighborhood. Roads around a park would be shut down for a couple of hours while kids decorated cookies, made crafts, danced to a live band, and of course, met Santa. My neighborhood homeowners dues can feel pricey at times, but on this occasion they seem worth it.
I was looking for my camera as Kiddo approached me. “Mom,” he said. “I know it’s not going to be the real Santa.”
I gulped as I glanced around the room. LT was nowhere in site. Shew, the situation is still contained. I frantically thought how best to handle the line of questioning I was sure would be coming next.
Now I have a few issues with Christmas, how it has taken over the entire month of December, is annexing November, and has even begun to bleed into October. It even has a small outpost in July. Yet at the same time I absolutely adore the look upon the kids faces as the decorations go up (which is the only reason I have forgiven my siblings for the 6ft tall bilingual singing Santa they ‘gifted’ us with several years ago and perhaps a story for another day), and I can’t help but smile at their excitement as the holiday specials begin to flood the airways.
Only this year, as we watched a few of the movies, I began to notice how many feature a character rediscovering their Christmas spirit after meeting the real Santa and it troubled me. Just a year or two ago, Kiddo would never have thought to question the authenticity of Santa in the park. But now? . . . Darn you Holiday Classics! Darn you, every one.
I looked into Kiddo’s eyes, still unsure how to respond.
“I know it is one of his helpers,” kiddo offered, oblivious to my discomfort.
In that instant it felt like a little bit of Kiddo’s innocence fell away. “Yes, it probably is,” I said while hoping that LT would remain in the other room awhile longer.
Luckily the conversation ended there and we arrived at the park a short time later. The band was rocking out holiday tunes and the hot cocoa was delicious. After taking a ride in a horse-drawn carriage, we got in line to meet Mr. Claus. Before long it was our turn. For the very first time, LT wasn’t afraid as we placed him on the bench next to the man in the red suit. Without missing a beat, Santa insisted that Lamont and I join the boys for a group photo while instructing the prior family to stick around and take our picture. I was impressed. The man knew how to run an assembly line. Once photographed, he turned to each boy and listened as they tried to recall their wishlists. Afterward, he looked at them both and announced with authority that they had been good rather than asking them if they had. I watched in awe as kiddo’s eyes widened.
As we walked away, Kiddo turned to me and said, “mom, I know that Santa has helpers, but I think that might be the real Santa.”
“I think you might be right,” I answered as I saw a little of his boyhood wonder return, if only for a moment. And I meant it. After all, I certainly got what I wanted from Santa this year.
Allie Potts 
This blog made me laugh a lot. The picture of seeing that Santa, deciding in a second that it was meant for your house and buying it, transporting it to Raleigh and carrying it in pieces down your street are priceless. Note that at no time has Kiddo ever confused it as the ‘real’ Santa.
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I was letting you off the hook on that one. Keyword being was.
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A charming story. The magic of Christmas is so fragile, but you’ve got it going on for at least one more year. Love the Christmas card, too. Made me almost snort coffee out my nose, which is high praise indeed.
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A card that awesome demands to be shared.
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Very nice! One of Santa’s helpers will be here again this year, this time for the twins
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That will be fun for them, but I am glad we got to meet the real thing.
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Lovely post, Allie. Brings back memories of when each of my kids gradually became aware of the true spirit of Christmas, and began putting Santa aside. It can be a painful time for some children, but it’s also a potential for some real learning, too. It all depends upon the parents and how they handle it. Sounds like you’re doing just fine. 🙂
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Thank you. I’m treasuring this time as much as I can.
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Christmas Post Reblog – A lovely story from Allie Potts about belief in Father Christmas.. I was seven when I was informed he did not exist.. but there again my mother was fed up of me putting my pillow case on the end of the bed from October! I still do!
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Thank you for the reblog. I am glad you are still maintaining the tradition. Considering how hard it is to prove something doesn’t exist, you may yet be proven right.
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There is more that we do not understand about this world than we do.. and a little fantasy and mystery is a good thing.. thanks Allie
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Absolutely
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Aww. You’ve just won the Feel-Good Post of the Year!
My daughter told me a few years ago she knew that Santa wasn’t real one year, but did not let on because she knew how much I enjoyed her enjoyment and she wanted my holiday to remain special. Sweetest moment ever!
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I’d say that story is a pretty solid runner up.
I would also like to thank the academy, my loving husband, my…(cue music) and my incredible boys. (Clutches award) We did it!
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What a lovely story! I love the Christmas card, so funny! 🙂
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Thank you!
I loved the card too. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to share.
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