I didn’t let my kids believe in Santa

We’re all just the stories we are told and the stories we tell.
We can be a Grinch, or a Scrooge, or Santa.
We can give or take.
It’s all pretty simple stuff.
And telling kids bedtime stories of little red riding hoods, 3 little pigs, or Snow Whiite has never really hurt anyone. Leaving a quarter under a pillow in place of a lost tooth. An Easter basket of colored eggs or a stocking full of candy canes has never hurt anyone either.
Bring the evergreens in the house and have a cup of good cheer.
Banish that December chill.
Celebrate the longest night of the year (or day as it were, in the distant South).
Sing songs. Make merry. Believe what you will and don’t give a flying flip what others believe or not… but do be giving of yourself to those around you.
Whether or not you give anything to the kids in your circle is down to you. And nobody can judge you on the merits of your giving as long as it’s all good and means no harm. No harm will come of that, surely.
 
At no point in my life did I believe some guy delivered presents to every home in the world in one day. And shimmied down a chimney to do so. I was smarter than that the day I had my first thought. My parents did not have to make such a call.
 
At no point in my life did I believe some guy delivered presents to every home in the world in one day. And shimmied down a chimney to do so. I was smarter than that the day I had my first thought. My parents did not have to make such a call.
Wow, you're so awesome.
 
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