Oof. I cannot imagine a more, shall we say, contentious topic than Santa.
My parents represent what is probably the most common viewpoint towards Santa. He’s the one who brings you most of your gifts when you’re little. At some point, they told me he wasn’t real and, when my brother started to question it, I was allowed to inform him.
Matt’s parents – okay, his mother – is a die-hard Santa fan. Matt is 34 and, to this day, his mother has yet to ever admit that Santa exists.
I struggle with where Matt and I will be on Santa. For now, it’s easy. Santa exists. He’ll be the one who brings Lizzie most of her presents. He uses special wrapping paper with images of himself on it and no present labels.
But what happens when she’s eight or ten and starts to ask? Do we tell her the truth? Do we give her the “Yes, Viriginia, there is a Santa Clause” answer? Do we pull an Esther (my MIL)?
For now, I’ll just enjoy the fact our little girl gets very, very excited whenever she sees an image of The Man in Red.