A true story: Is Santa Claus Real?
This is a true story and was featured on the Hubpage's home page the week of 12/18/10:
After two years of suspicions the young boy demanded answers from his parents. “Do you go to the store and buy presents on Christmas Eve? Tell me the truth.” It was one of those moments that you will never forget. Suddenly we were confronted with the idea of our lies. Lies that were intended to bring joy, yet they now threatened to erode a measure of trust that is built between a parent and a child. “What do you think we do?” We were grasping at straws in a sad, but futile attempt to prolong the wonderful fantasy. “I think you go to the store.” With a silent look into each others' eyes we knew the time had come: “Once, long ago, there was a kind man, who helped bring happiness to all the children. But he is now in heaven.” The big blue eyes started to moisten. His face began to fall and the shroud of disappointment and sadness was enveloping the innocent one. “We have all maintained the tradition of Santa Claus by buying presents for each other.” He was confused: “But, what about the elves? Are they dead?” This was getting tough: “We aren’t sure about the elves anymore. We think there may be some still alive, but we have never seen them.” Now for the final confirmation: “What about the flying reindeer?” We could feel our own childhood as these questions were being raised. We had viewed the old-time Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer video earlier in the evening. The tears were now being shared: “There are reindeer in the world, but they do not fly. We’ve never seen a reindeer fly.” Silence….. Then this: “I’m going to tell all my friends tomorrow at school about this.” “NO! Please do not do that. Your silence will be the best course. Let each child learn the truth in his or her own way. Remember son, Christmas will still come. We still have love in our hearts and giving is now, more than ever, very important. But we have a way to keep Santa Claus’ spirit alive.” We had a paper ornament from the Christmas tree at work inscribed with the name of a poor Hispanic youth facing a bleak Christmas. He wanted a Lego pack, or maybe a Spiderman doll. We gave the ornament to our son: “Son, we’re going to be Santa Clause for this young boy. That’s the whole point.” Our son then said: “I want to go with you to the store and help buy the present.” Santa died and was resurrected all on the same day, as it happens every year.
Note: This story was featured on the Hubpages home page in the slide show section the week of 12/18/10.
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