Why am I crying? This made me cry.
My girls are there. Wondering. Pondering. Is Santa real? How can he really get to that many homes in one day? How does he make all those toys?
And my heart aches.
I know the magic of being a kid can only last so long. But this year, I am trying to hold on for one more moment. And when I have to tell them, this is what I want to say.
*original letter penned by Martha Brockenbrough written to her daughter, Lucy in 2009.
You asked a really good question. “Are Mom and Dad really Santa?” We know that you want to know the answer and we had to give it careful thought to know just what to say.
The answer is no. We are not Santa. There is no one, single Santa.
We are the people who fill your stocking and choose and wrap the presents under the tree – just as our parents did for us, their parents did for them and you will do for your kids someday.
This could never make any of us Santa, though. Santa is lots and lots of people who keep the spirit of Christmas alive. He lives in our hearts – not at the North Pole. Santa is the magic and love and spirit of giving to others. What he does is teach children to believe in something they can’t see or touch. Throughout your life you will need this capacity to believe in yourself, in your family, in your friends and in God.
You’ll need to be able to believe in things you can’t measure or hold in your hands.
Now you know the secret of how he gets down all of those chimneys on Christmas Eve. He has help from all of the people whose hearts he has filled with joy.
With full hearts, people like Mommy and Daddy take our turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible. So no, we are not Santa. Santa is love and magic and happiness. We are on his team and now you are too.