Ho! Ho! Ho! Or Oh No?
I remember when J first met Santa, he was just under a year old when the local Inshore Rescue brought Santa on his sleigh to visit. J seemed rather fascinated by the big mans beard but other than that he wasn’t particularly bothered by the event. J has since continued to be fairly cool about the whole ‘meeting Santa scenario’, his first Christmas J seemed to have that many meetings with Santa at random parties and such like that by Christmas Santa was practically family!
E on the other hand is a different kettle of fish, it was certainly not love at first sight when Evfirst met Santa. E first met the big man in red when she was a babe at the local Christmas party. I clearly remember Paul carrying her over to Santa in his arms to meet the man in red, neither of us were expecting her to take one look at Mr Claus and to start screaming and clawing her way up over her Daddy’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to escape.
We quickly settled her and brought E back to the table to calmly sit with us, a parcel was then kindly handed over to E to prevent any further upset. A year later we tried again and found that very little had changed, E was utterly terrified of the big man sat in the red suit whether he was offering presents, chocolate or an all-inclusive trip to Florida, it just wasn’t happening!
Kids seems to either love or to loath Santa which I can totally understand as I wouldn’t be too happy about sitting on a strangers knee and sharing my deepest desires with them. Well unless I’d supped large amounts of Baileys and Santa happened to look like Brad Pitt that is!
Thankfully with time E has grown less fearful of Mr Claus, she is now more than happy to sit on his knee and to talk his ear off with her endless lists of all things pink that she would like to receive this Christmas.
It’s Understandable To Get Stressed Around Santa!
Santa is such an exciting, magical and perhaps unnerving concept to fathom for children. Can you imagine for a moment trying to understand why your parents lock all the doors and windows at night to prevent the burglars from breaking and entering but we are quite happy to allow some stranger to ‘pop in’ down the chimney, steal a few snacks and to then empty his sack all over the living room with unknown wrapped goods? It certainly takes some serious consideration, a whole lot of imagination and a bucket full of belief to even begin to make sense of the situation.
We as adults know that whilst Christmas may be magical there is some serious ‘behind the scenes shit’ going on which the kids are yet to learn at an age where we feel able to burst their bubble and to include them in the ‘Santa secret’. I am hoping that we have many more years of belief before the man in red becomes just another dude dressed up in an oversized suit.
Putting Santa In His Place
Come Christmas Eve we will once again be filling a plate with goodies for Santa, his reindeer and anyone else that fancies taking a tumble down our chimney. As I do every year, I will also be reassuring J and E that Santa will not be coming upstairs and he will remain downstairs until his delivery is complete. They were both fairly freaked out by the idea that a stranger could come creeping into their room to fill stockings at the end of their beds which is totally understandable and precisely why we lay out our sacks on the living room carpet, to keep the big man in his place and all that.
In The Olden Days…
When I was a kid I left my stocking at the end of the bed and whilst I wasn’t worried or scared I was that bloody excited that I might catch the magical man delivering his parcels that I could barely sleep. My parents couldn’t take any risks and after a while I was also asked to move my stockings into the living room to make Santa’s job a little easier. I think it was then that I began questioning my beliefs and started wondering whether he was real.
Share Your Santa Stories
Where do you leave your stockings, sacks, pillow cases, shoes or whatever else it may be that Santa stock piles? Do your children love or loath the big man? Leave me a comment on this post, drop me an email or get in touch via social media as I would love to hear your stories upon this subject.