thoughtnot

I was thinking yesterday about the big guy… you know, SC, aka Mr. Kringle. We were having a discussion at work about when you found out the “truth”, which turned to discussing how & when our kids would find out. One guy said he told his son when he was three (his son, that is)! We were a bit surprised. Now granted, it’s his choice. He said they discussed the history of SC and how the story came about. Which is fine, if 3-year-olds really understood history or for that matter cared about it. Again, his choice. Please understand that I am not criticizing his choice, so much as I am just disappointed in it.

You see, as we grow older there seems to be less in this world we can believe in. Science sets out to prove or disprove anything that appears to be a miracle. For whatever reason, as adults we seem to have an innate need for “proof” before we can believe. Not so as a kid. Your mom and dad tell you a big guy in a red suit flies around the world in the middle of the night, comes down your chimney with a sack of presents, and knows exactly what you want… and we believed it. Why? Well, of course we trusted our parents, and trusted they were telling us the truth. You better watch out and not pout, right? But there was also some magic in the whole story. Sort of a real-life fairy tale kind of thing. My kids don’t need to know the real status of SC, because they are kids. They believe because they can. And in that belief, well, we all find a little magic. It might not last long, but I’m going to enjoy it while I can.

Here’s hoping the cookies are oatmeal raisin, and the milk is still cold this Christmas.