Christmas day has finally arrived and I can feel the stir of millions of children who have hopped out of bed and are staring in disbelief at the presents under the tree. It is a magical time as their imaginations allow them to see the evidence that Santa has visited their house.
I had a conversation with my daughter a while back about when she should have the Santa talk with her children, and I had a tough time giving her any real advice. We don't want to see that gleam in their eye on Christmas morning to be extinguished too quickly. All too soon we get caught up in life and the magic of Christmas fades into a commercial free for all.
I remember the magic of it all and I guess because I came from a Christian family, Santa was only a part of Christmas. The birth of Jesus was certainly the main theme of my Christmas growing up, but never the less Santa was a part of my Christmas as well. I believe that the magic of gift giving is a tradition that if treated the right way is quite alright. Rather than saying there is no Santa, we should try to replace the receiving from Santa with the feeling of joy and kindness as we focus on the giving of our love at Christmas and all year long.
I found a little story that speaks to the true spirit of giving at Christmas and maybe it will explain a little of how I feel Christmas could be handled.