It's inevitable, but I'm still not looking forward to the day when Santa becomes reality instead of fantasy.
To the question: “Are you Santa?” I'm hoping to answer in this way, so I've written it down. With the chaos that is motherhood, this question will most likely come at an unusual time while juggling twenty other things. So I've got it down here, to hopefully get it straight so that my answer to the question, is well thought out and well articulated.
"We knew for a long time that you'd eventually want the answer to this question, and I’ve had to give it careful thought to know just what to say.
The answer is: no. I am not Santa. There is no Santa.
You're father and I are the people who fill your stockings with presents, though. I also choose and wrap the presents under the tree, the same way my parents did for me, and the same way their parents did for them.
I imagine you will someday do this for your children, and I know you will love seeing them run down the stairs on Christmas morning. You will love seeing them sit under the tree, their small faces lit with Christmas lights.
This won’t make you Santa, though.
Santa is bigger than any person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch.
It’s a big job, and it’s an important one. Throughout your life, you will need this capacity to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents, and in your family. You’ll also need to believe in things you can’t measure or even hold in your hand. Here, I am talking about love, that great power that will light your life from the inside out, even during its darkest, coldest moments.
Santa is a teacher, and I have been his student, and now you know the secret of how he gets down all those chimneys on Christmas Eve: he has help from all the people whose hearts he’s filled with joy.
With full hearts, people like Dadda and me take our turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible.
As for the gifts themselves, where do they come from, if not from Santa? The answer to that is simple: God provides for all of our needs, and sometimes even our material wants. He has provided your father and me with jobs that provide money to buy things during this time.
So, no. I am not Santa. Santa is love and magic and hope and happiness. I’m on his team, and now you are, too. I believe in what Santa stands for and the magic that surrounds the Christmas season, even at my age.
I love you and I always will."