I still believe in Santa Claus. Oh yes, I know there isn't really a large man in a red suit delivering toys to every boy and girl in the world. I know that it is my job as a parent to draw my children into this make-believe story. But I do truely believe that Santa Claus exists in spirit. Even after I found out that he isn't a real person, I still loved going through the motions.
As a mom I love doing it for my kids. Of course it's a little like knowing the secret to the magician's tricks, but it's still fun. Tonight we made Christmas cookies, and went for a drive to look at Christmas lights. I made Rice Cream (a traditional Norwegian dessert), as I do every Christmas Eve. We put cookies out for Santa, and read The Night Before Christmas. (I know, we are very cliche'.)
After the kids were dancing with sugar plums (or whatever) we stuffed the stockings, and brought out Santa's gifts. I stood back and looked at the room from the standpoint of a small child, who will wake up in the morning and really believe that fat man was here. I remember the excitment I would feel deep within me to think that this legendary man had actually been in my house.
I get a twinge of that excitment even now, when I see the cookies and milk left as if Santa were really here - just a drop of milk forming a ring around the bottom of the glass, and one last cookie with a bite taken from it sitting on the plate with a crumpled napkin. That was the sign to me, even more so than the gifts, that Santa was here. I can't wait to get up in the morning and see that excitment on my daughter's face.
To all of you out there in the blogosphere, Happy Holidays. I wish for you good health, much happiness, and just a touch of magic to always remain within you.