Posted in Insight

The Gift of Christmas “Presence”

After a maniacal moment of holiday consumerism, I come to my senses with:

The Gift of Christmas “Presence”

(click title above to read piece at my blog, Two Owls Calling)

Advertisements
Posted in Fragile Life, Holidays, Insight, Milestone Moments, Teens

Is Santa Real?

When I look back on my childhood, I see that my unfolding understanding of Santa was seamless.  At first–a person, and later– a spirit, “Santa” always embodied the magic of abundance and possibility and good will.

I have to give credit to my mother.  She simply would not entertain any conversation around the “realness” of Santa.  It was a given that one “believed” if one wanted presents under the tree.  Born on Christmas Day, she was the one to hold the flame of faith and pass it down through her eight children.

When I was 17, I was given the honor of becoming Santa’s helper. My high school sweetheart and I were up till 2 Christmas Eve putting together my little sister’s Barbie Dream House–with four floors and an elevator.

At 18, I asked for my father’s credit card and spent a day at the mall playing “Santa” for my mother so that the tree would bless her with abundance too.

As a young adult, the Christmas season delighted me still–though the “magic” sometimes waited till after the big day to reveal itself–usually in the quiet evenings as I lie on the couch steeping in the glow of the evergreen.

As a new parent, I could hardly fall to sleep on Christmas Eve, and it was I who was up before dawn, waiting for my sons to head down to the tree.

My oldest is now 14 and he’s never asked me if Santa was real.  I guess that’s because he sees the spirit alive in me.

However, on par with the course of adolescent development, he resists the timeless rituals that have been a part of our holiday season, particularly the nightly reading of our December Treasury book.

But hearing him read the words,”Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold,” recited from December 4th’s poem, Frost Work, reveals the deep meaning the traditions hold in him.

In an revelatory moment, his younger brother turns to him on the couch and asks,

Do you believe in Santa?

There is a collective breath-holding before he responds in typical teen fashion,

Sure.

“Sure means ‘No,” my 9 year old proclaims, testing his brother’s metal.

All eyes turn to my oldest to see how he’ll navigate this sudden test of faith.  t first he falters with a luke-warm response and a half-hearted laugh,

Well, kind of…

And I gasp. I want to alert him to the fragile significance of this moment, but just in case, I resort to this:

You remember what happened to Alonzo’s big brother in the Little House in the Prairie, don’t you:  He told his little brother that there wasn’t a Santa–and he didn’t get ANY presents that year because he didn’t believe.

My teen turns from me to his younger brother and back again, measuring his independence from belonging; Then shakes his head and says in earnest,

Of course, I believe.

There is a collective exhale as we turn back to the night’s Christmas reading with greater meaning.

I never feel the necessity of telling my children “the truth” about whether or not Santa is “real.”  For me Santa transcends the stories that surround him throughout time and culture.

As my children grow older, I begin, like my mother did, to talk about the enduring qualities of Christmas.

And when all else fails, I turn to the classic, Yes, Virginia There is  a Santa Claus whose text I can not read without tears~

Virginia, your little friends are wrong.  They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age.  They do not believe except what they see…

YES, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus.  He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give your life its highest beauty…

The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see…You tear apart a baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest men, nor the strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart.

Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance can push aside that curtain and view… the supernal beauty and glory beyond.

Is it all real?  Ah…in this world there is nothing else real and abiding…

NO SANTA CLAUS!  Thank God he lives, and lives forever. A thousand years from now…nay ten times ten thousand years… he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

…And the heart of grownups like us who still believe!

(2009)