One thing I love about Christmas is just how many children believe in Father Christmas and the whole idea of him giving toys out all around the world. My own kids have their own idea how he manages this and have concocted a whole world for him full of elves, toy factories and magic books that watch kids to see if they are good or bad. I love that they believe, and hope it goes on for a few more years yet.
I can’t remember when I stopped believing in Santa but I think I must have been pretty old as I wasn’t heartbroken by the fact or that surprised. So I was surprised to meet a mum yesterday who thought 7 was too old to believe and was planning on telling her son the truth after Christmas.
I was even more surprised to read a blog in the Telegraph where a father argued telling your kids Santa is real is an ‘abuse of trust’ and that parents shouldn’t be filling kids heads with things that aren’t true.
Personally I’m happy that Father Christmas was part of my childhood. I don’t feel believing in any way made me distrust my parents or that I was ‘tricked’ into the magic of Christmas. In fact as an adult some of the best parts about Christmas are reviving my childhood memories of Christmas Eve with my brothers and of looking into the sky for Santa’s sleigh.
So in my mind I don’t think telling your kids a bit of fiction is wrong or deceitful. And I don’t think it matters how long you believe in Father Christmas for.
Kids should be allowed to be enchanted for as long as they want/need and find out in their own time – after all isn’t that what childhood and growing up is all about.
Wishing everyone a very Happy Christmas.