Friday, December 23, 2011
Cameron my dear neighbor came over two days ago and he was facing an existential crisis. His mom had told him that there was no Santa Claus, and Cameron was very very confused.
"I think she's just playing a joke on me or not wanting me to tell the real Santa I want a drum set for Christmas," he surmised. "Huh," I said. It was one of those awkward times when the limitations of having an eight year old friend really became apparent.
"My mom also said there's no Easter Bunny. And I sat on that rabbits lap! I didn't want to, but I did it." Being eight is not always an easy thing.
Seeing Cameron struggle with this reminded me of one of my favorite Christmas memories. I was in eighth grade and Kerry was in first and she began having doubts that Santa was real. The rest of us were devastated. Christmas is a lot more fun when there's a child in the house that believes that something magical is afoot.
We came up with a plan to buy us at least another year of Santa in our house. On Christmas Eve, we went to midnight mass, and while we were gone, my friends Annie and Amy came over and put all of the presents under the tree. They filled the stockings, put candy canes on the tree, the whole shebang. When our family came in, Kerry's face registered total shock that Santa had actually come while we were out. How could my parents be Santa Claus if she had been sitting at church with them when the presents were delivered?
It was glorious. She believed with all her heart, but it didn't last. (Thankfully, because how sad would it be if my 26 year old sister believed in Santa Claus?)
Hope everyone has a magical Christmas or Hanukkah or December 25th or whatever you celebrate!
Posted by Taryn at 11:58 AM