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I once lied to my children. But for good reason, I wanted them to believe, believe in Santa.

When I was a child my mom was Mrs. Christmas. Each year our tree had a theme even when we couldn’t afford five ornaments. One year my mom insisted we create a decoupage tree. A year later we were instructed the theme was the Bicentennial. Stockings. Egg nog. Fudge. Wrapping paper. Church. The nativity. The advent calendar. I was raised to believe in all things Christmas. In Santa and his elves. And in that star that shone in the east, the one that led the wise men to that cave where the child lay.

When I became a mother, I decided instead of decoupage trees we’d have a annual Christmas party for children and the guest of honor would be Santa. A santa delivering home made gifts, especially made and wrapped for every child. And so I conspired and searched high and low for my Santa. And what to my wondering blessings but a friend that was a wood maker volunteered. An angel dressed up like a man was this Santa who year after year arrived near the rooftop and descended into those children’s evening in all his Santa glory with a bag full of hand made toys.

I once lied to my children. I told them  Santa was real. 

And then a plane crash took our Santa back to where his generous heart was created. He departed with his wife, daughter, son in law and a few friends. It was a dark day. The day our Santa died.

I wanted to lie to my children that day. The day Santa died. But instead I told them the truth. Santa was real and he was called back to where he’d come from…

Sometimes God sends us a person who confounds everything we’ve come to know about people. A person who is generous who gives to those who can never repay him. A soul that is deep and connected to good that is not of this planet let alone world. Santa is like that.

I once lied to my children. But for good reason. I wanted them to believe. 

I’m not sure what you believe in. All I know is that Santa is real. And there are many of them traveling this world dressed up like normal everyday people. They create believers of all of us. Evidence of the loving and abundant nature of our Creator.

I believe. I believe…

I once lied to my children. But for good reason, I wanted them to believe…


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Oh dear Santa Bob-there is not a month I do not wish you were here to remind me of all that is loving and good.  I can never thank you enough for showing up for my children and loving them so unconditionally. For all the bags of candy you delivered at soccer and basketball games, even though I threatened you with your life. For all the Christmas parties. All those Santa hours. All the beautiful handmade gifts you made. All the precious moments of belief you sparked there in that room as child by child climbed into your lap. Thank you for helping me create a moment to believe in…I love you Santa. I miss you and yes- this year I’ll do my best to be as generous and loving as you were Santa. Miss you. 


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  1. Diana
    December 6, 2012 at 5:39 am

    Beautiful, he was one of a kind. Remembering all those nights and the magic that was greated in our lives watching our children believe. So blessed to have been a part of it and for knowing that wonderful man and his family who gave so much to the people I love. Merry Christmas Santa, those lucky children in heaven <3

    • December 8, 2012 at 1:26 pm

      That almost made me cry…”beautiful, he was one of a kind, remembering all those nights and the magic that was created in our lives watching our children believe…

      …How blessed were we?

  2. December 6, 2012 at 12:33 pm

    Thanks for reminding me of my Santa. My beloved tough guy Marine Corps Father who lost his Santa, his Mother on Christmas Eve when he was a boy. He was raised at the Children’s home, rarely saw his Father and never saw his youngest sister again until they were adults. As a Father of six with very little money he somehow made Christmas a wondrous miracle full of love, togetherness and blessings money will never buy. We all received just the right, most perfectly chosen present and he made sure there was midnight mass so that we did not forget the reason for the holiday. As an adult I needed a Santa for a brownie event and who volunteers but my favorite Santa of all. To see his beloved granddaughter on special Santa’s knee will always be one of my most blessed memories! Yes, Pam there really is a Santa Claus!

    • December 8, 2012 at 1:28 pm

      Wow. Cathy. “We all received just the right, most perfectly chosen present and he mad sure there was a Midnight Mass so that we did not forget the reason for the holiday.” I’m sorry I didn’t meet your dad, he sounds a lot like our BOB. Thanks for sharing.


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