A news anchor in Chicago told the “truth” about Santa earlier this week and you can imagine the backlash. Story HERE: I think you lose that innocent perspective of life the moment you hear the “Santa story.” I’ll never forget “Santa-Day.” It was a Tuesday morning in December at about 7:30AM. The bus would stop in front of my house in ten minutes and I was just about to walk out the front door. I was seven years old. Mom asked me to come into my bedroom for a moment and sit down. My mother got right to the point and said: “I don’t want you to hear this on the bus but Santa is not real. Your father and I buy the gifts and he eats the cookies. I’ll explain the entire thing after school.” I’m not kidding you. I got the “Santa Story” like a news anchor was doing a tease for the six o’clock headlines.
I got on the bus stunned. I looked around at the other snot-nosed kids and wondered how many of them knew. Could they tell that I had just been told? Is there a secret sign I need to share with them to illustrate I knew the big lie was over? Look. I was seven years old, my mother gives me a cliff-note version of the “Santa story” and throws me on a bus. My world was a bit shaken and now I questioned EVERYTHING. In fifteen seconds I had gone from existing in a constant state of Utopia to a psychologists dream.
When I got home from school that day I sat down with Mom and Dad and they explained everything in great detail. Santa may not wear a red suit and climb down the chimney but he does exist. There’s a little bit of Santa Claus in all of us and THAT’S what makes him real and makes him exist. I felt much better. I trusted the world and my parents once again. All I could do is hug my mother and say “Well at least we have the Easter Bunny.” There was a long pause……I think you know the rest of this story. 🙂