What should parents tell their children about Santa Claus?

Question

whats stories do you tell your children about santa claus

Answer 1

I BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the way my big sister dropped the bomb:
"There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous "cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything.
She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.

That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money, "she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but t never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.

For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, and the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team. I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...
And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

Aren't Grandmas the Best and very special part of children’s lives.

Answer 2

Christmas is about celebating our lives with our family and friends. It can become materialistic, but it is what you make it. Have you seen the Polar Express?? To me it is totally the spirit and wonder of Christmas that I want my kids to feel and believe. "Santa" is just a vessel, a way for people to give kids a sense of wonder and amazement. It is not much different than taking them to Disneyland and seeing the thrill and wonder on their sweet little faces. I wish for a second I could have that innocence back. Instead- we play Santa. It is just part of sharing and love.

Answer 3

It all depends on how much you want your kids to trust you as they grow up.

Sooner or later they will find out Santa is not real and then you will have to explain to them why it was okay for you to lie, but that they are not allowed to.

Besides, why give the credit of your heartfelt gift to someone else?

Answer 4

I have 2 boys (one preschooler, one toddler). We don't give them gifts from Santa, we don't encourage them to believe in Santa, but my older son wants to believe in him just from seeing him on TV, at the mall, etc. He asked me, "Is Santa real?" and I told him, "He's as real as you want him to be." He said, "Well I think he's real." We won't give him presents from Santa or anything like that, but if he wants to believe that Santa delivers presents to kids, I don't see a problem with it. It is tricky because nobody wants their kid to be the one to ruin Santa Claus for the other kids.

Answer 5

You should tell them the truth about santa. That he is not real, that there was a man named St. Nicholas, and tell them what he did for the children. But the most important thing that you should tell them is that Jesus Christ is their savior that he came here and died for them so that they can go to heaven when they die. that Christmas is the day that we have set aside to honor the birth of our savior.
Merry Christmas :)~

Answer 6

how do you want to raise your child your beliefs fantasy thats what you tell him/her