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Bursting bubbles at Christmas
By bigpumpkin | December 14, 2009
Being 5 years old and crossing people who tell her time and time and again that there is no such thing as Santa Claus and that it is actually Mommy, Tee has started getting suspicious.
ALREADY!
What’s it with people wanting to burst my daughter’s bubble at Christmas? Just because THEY never got to enjoy Santa’s visits (that MUST be the reason why they do this!) or just because they want to show her that they know something she doesn’t, they go all out to tell her that her mother is LYING to her. Fuckers.
When I was a little girl, my mother wasn’t around much. But she certainly was around at Christmas because I remember getting excited at Christmas. Every Christmas, until I was 10. There’d be a build up to Christmas with cookie and cake baking, then Christmas Eve dinner and waiting till midnight before we could open our presents. We also hung out empty pillow cases which got filled with all kinds of goodies when Santa visited. Those days, they didn’t make Xmas stockings in KL yet. It was entirely thrilling, all those presents we’d find in the pillow cases. I’d go to bed with wonderful gratitude to Santa for reading my mind, for knowing what I’d wanted, for visiting me on Christmas Eve…….it reinforced the fact that I WAS a good girl.
I loved those Santa dreams and I want my girls to experience the same.
Last year, Tee was SO THRILLED when Santa visited with his reindeers and left her a note! This year, he’s already telephoned her to ask if she has been a good girl. She answered sheepishly and said, “I think you have to ask my Mom that question.”
I feed her all the stories and fantasies about Santa and she asks so many questions yet I answer them all. And then people just HAVE to burst her bubble! It can only burst so many times before she starts wondering if Mommy is indeed lying to her.
So I’ve told her this. Some people……..Santa has never visited them. So they don’t know who he is, of course. Because they haven’t been lucky enough to be visited, they obviously think Santa is their Mommy. But that’s their problem. They can think whatever they want. The truth is, she is special…..and if she is a good girl, Santa WILL visit her on Christmas Eve. To be tactful and nice, she shouldn’t argue with the people who tell her that there is no Santa. Just listen but know for herself that she is special, and that Santa only visits special children…….
I asked her why she didn’t smile and she said it was because the Christmas Angel was smelly and sweaty……..she WAS dripping in sweat if you looked close up!
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December 14th, 2009 at 10:30 pm
I like your answer to Tee.. Thumbs up!
I agree that their innocence has to be preserved for as long as possible. Unfortunately R has started to call Santa a con and an impostor. No one has influenced her, she just made up her mind. Sigh. One day she told me she would like to visit the north pole. When I asked why she said “I want to see Santa”. I said “But you have already seen santa at your school and took a photo with him!”. “That wasn’t santa, she said, it was an ordinary man who went to a shop, bought a few toys and sat there conning children”. I asked her is someone told her that and she replied “No, didn’t you notice the beard was fake and the pot belly was falling over. And all the santas we’ve seen so far look different! I want to go to the north pole and see once for all if there is a real santa there. Until then, she’s refusing to write a letter. She’s only 5. I’m so sad. I think I still believed in santa when I was 10. i will tell her what you told Tee, but I’ll doubt she will buy it. A good movie for this particular stage in life is ‘Polar Express’. She’s getting it for Christmas, whether from us or Santa is to be decided…
As for the pic… LOL
December 14th, 2009 at 11:11 pm
All i know is..
It’s not fun anymore when you wake up on Xmas, and realise that you’re no longer a kid.
Sniff.
December 29th, 2009 at 6:46 am
hahaha. she did look like she was suffering a little or perhaps she was just trying to hold her breath. cute. we try so hard to create that dream, that magic for them…but because we try so hard, i feel a little guilty for when they have to find out. if the process was more natural, then when the truth comes out in the end, it’s a more natural process too. but because of those idiots out there, we have to try super duper hard to reinforce the magic, and when the build up is higher, the fall is harder. sigh.