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Daddy, are you Santa Claus?

Michael Rielly

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Well, it was bound to happen. Christmas 2008 will be the year I remember as the year I told my daughter that I was Santa Claus – or rather, to be exact, one of Santa Claus’s Ambassadors.

I guess I should be thankful I got this far. After all, Meghan is almost 11. My son made it to 12! He only found out it was me after reading a newspaper article that mentioned my name.

Back in 2006 she was wavering. I decided to see if I couldn’t get at least another year out of her. So I appeared in Meghan’s bedroom at midnight. I woke her up and handed her an American Girl Doll that she really wanted. I told her she had been doing really well in school lately and I wanted to give her something extra special for working so hard. She really wanted that particular doll and they were sold out everywhere, so handing her the doll made me feel especially like Santa Claus. I sat next to her on the bed for a while and we talked about school and her friends. After a few minutes I said that I had better be getting on my way and told her to go back to sleep. I wished her Merry Christmas and told her that I loved her. Meghan said good night and told me that she loved me too. The whole visit lasted maybe 10 minutes. But those 10 minutes got me another 2 years.

Fast forward to Christmas 2008 - a few days before Christmas my daughter was looking at a few pictures. Meghan noticed that Santa Claus’s eyes are the same blue as Dad’s and that Santa Claus has a tiny birthmark on his cheek – also just like Dad. She then decides to interview (more like interrogate) everyone in the family. With a pen and notepad she starts jotting down her “clues” and after a thorough investigation, she comes to the conclusion that I must be Santa Claus. Although she cannot explain how I go from whiskers to clean shaven and back again, Meghan was convinced that I was Santa Claus.

But Christmas Eve was the clincher. During the Homily at the Christmas Vigil Mass at our Church, Santa Claus made an appearance. Santa came out and greeted Father and wished all the Parishioners a Very Merry Christmas. He went on to discuss the true meaning of Christmas. Meghan and her brother were Altar Servers for the Mass. They sat only a few feet from where Santa delivered his Christmas Eve message. Later at the end of Mass after Meghan changed back into her street clothes, she and her brother met me at the back of the Church. As parishioners exited, a few of them would wink at me or thank me as they exited the Church. At one point my daughter was standing beside me when one of the Parishioners said to me “nice job”. Meghan immediately gave me a look and said; “I know why she said that!” I was caught. But I had a backup plan.

Later in the evening, Meghan put out cookies and milk for Santa and carrots and lichen for the reindeer. She also wrote a very sweet note to Santa. In the note she invited Santa take a little break cookies and milk break and to please give the carrots and lichen to the reindeer. In the note she also mentioned that she thought that her Dad looked like him and left a little area for a reply. Her note to Santa was very cute and Santa’s reply was perfect! I’ll have to post that next time. ;)

Christmas morning came and Meghan ran down from upstairs. The cookies and milk were half eaten and the carrots and lichen were gone. She read the reply to her note that Santa had left on the coffee table next to empty plate of cookies.

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From there she went over to her stocking. As she reached for the stocking, she noticed something near the hearth of the fireplace. It was a heavy gold button with “SC” in the center and “North Pole” over the top. Attached to the button was some red thread. She reached down and picked it up. She recognized it immediately. "It must be one of Santa's buttons!; she said, “It must have gotten caught on the fireplace! I'm going to take it to school and show it to my friends that don't believe in Santa!”

As you can imagine, at this point, I am thinking that I may have just gotten past another Christmas. But by December 26, the little wheels in her head started turning again. She decides to re-open her “investigation”. After several attempts to get me and her brother to admit that I am Santa Claus, she starts to get upset that we won’t tell her what she knows must be true. I can tell she is getting frustrated. So I decide to tell her the truth – that I am one of Santa’s Ambassadors.

I tell Meghan that I have something very important to tell her. But before I tell her I make her promise that she cannot tell any of her friends and especially not her younger cousins and that this is our secret. She agrees. I hand her the letter to me from Santa Claus. I tell her to open it and to be careful because it is very old.

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As we roll it out her eyes widen. It smells old. It looks old. Clearly this was written a very long time ago. It’s dated December 24, 1971. It’s practically a relic! After she reads the letter, I explain to her how Santa Claus has a few men stand in for him when he can’t be there in person and that it is our job to spread joy and happiness to children.

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I told her that now that she knows, she could come along with me as one of my Elves. She loves the idea! I asked her what she thought. She told me that it was “cool” that I was Santa Claus. She asked me if I had my own sleigh or if I had to borrow Santa’s. She also asked me if I get to go to the North Pole every once in a while to see Santa. Apparently she thought that, that’s where I was going on all these business trips. That one caught me off guard a bit.

After telling this story to my boss at work, he said to me; “So you got another year out of her, huh?”

When I was a boy, I only knew one Santa Claus – my grandfather. My parents never took me to see Santa at the mall or to a party where Santa was appearing. Every year, Santa would visit me and my brothers a few days before Christmas. We always felt honored that Santa would make a special visit to our house. After all, he always arrived with a police car and fire engine escort. Lights flashing and sirens blaring, Santa was usually accompanied by a policeman and my Dad (also a policeman). Santa sat with us for no more than 15 minutes and he was whisked off to another appointment.

To this day, my parents never sat down with me and said, “ya know there is no such thing Santa Claus.” In fact, when I moved out of my parent’s house at 19, there were still gifts under the tree and presents in my stocking from Santa Claus. No one ever told us there was no Santa Claus.

 

"No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood."

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Noelle Marie

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What a Wonderful Story! I think we need to do that with the grandkids, who are afraid to ask if Grandpa and Grandma are Santa and Mrs. Claus. Where did you get the old parchment? I think I will need to check that out and have someone do calligraphy for me before next season!

thanks for sharing!

Mrs. Claus Mestroh :santa_smiley:

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Michael Rielly

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Check with SantaCraig. He made it for me.

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Santa Roger Malaysia

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Dear Santa Rielly,

Thank you for this wonderful Story. I am in this situation this year. I have a 9 year old girl who has been wondering if i was Santa Claus. She has not asked me directly yet, but she has asked her mother and her grandparents. Of course no one has sadi yes to her, but I do believe she will ask me this Christmas, Every year when she visits Santa, I am never around.

And after a Newspaper Interview last year, all her friends have been asking her if I was Santa. But she just has never answered them, and i dont know why. But I never want to stop her from believing.

I intend to tell her in the same way you did, and hopefully it will work. On the 12th,she has a Children's Christmas Party to attend and its a fancy dress party as well. So i made her a little Miss Santa costume. And she loves it. Only what she does not know yet is that come Christmas Eve, she will get the opportunity to be on stage with Mrs. Claus and Santa with her Miss Santa Costume and I will leave it up to her to ask me then.

Your story has given me the much needed confidence I need. Thank you.

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Santa Roger Malaysia

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Santa Rielly,

A great Story, and i like the way you did it.

Anyway this year its my turn, just 2 hours ago, my daughter who is nine asked her mother if i am Santa Claus. So I am preparing myself to answer her.

Thank you for your story.

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Santa Dale1

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What a wonderful story. While reading it I thought what a lucky guy you are to have children you can do this for, I also thought you were so lucky as a child to have a Grandpa to be Santa for you. I never had that in my life. I also never went to see Santa as a child, so I think that is why it is so important and special to me to be one of Santas helpers. I can be that person to hundreds of children every year at Christmas time.

Santa Dale1

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Ryan Johnson

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This is an incredibly touching story. Thanks for sharing!

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Santa Albie

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Thank you Michael Reilly for this moving story, I have an 8 year old grandaughter that has been very suspicious of me for the last couple of years, I have been looking for a way to break the news and keep the spirit alive in her and I believe this is the perfect way. thanks again i am going to have to order one soon.

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Santa Warren

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Having my First Grandchild coming in July, It will be a few years, but I will be doing the same. Already have for my Brothers Son.

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Morgan Putnam

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This is one of the best posts I've read, blog/forum/or otherwise. Excellent advice. And very timely from my point of view as "D" , the neighbor's 6 year old (6 goin on 7 now-and the boy in my avatar photo) saw me in full beard & street clothes and shot me a suspicious look that made my blood run cold last week.

Thanks for the advice, Michael!

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Big Jim Santa

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Big Jim Santa from Peoria IL.

I belive you all are part of a plan of God's Love to share around Christmas and by having the Ambassader Doc it compuses love we are so willing to share with others and the reson for the seson.

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Santa Michael,

This is so similar to my situation, it's freaky!  We have 3 Christmas Eve Masses at St Patrick's.  One of my Brother Knights is Santa at the 4:00 one when most of the kids go.  Last year when I was at the park in Santa's Workshop, the Principal of the Catholic School brought his family out to "see Santa".  His 12 year old daughter came up and the first words out of her mouth were, "Don't try and fool me, Mr. Koch.  I know you're Logan's Grandpa".

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