In a few weeks, my daughter will turn 12. Yet despite the fact that most, if not all of the kids in her school no longer believe in the Jolly Old Elf, my daughter Meghan still believes that there is indeed a Santa Claus.
She knows that I and a few of my friends are Santa Claus Ambassadors and she knows that I run ClausNet.com.
At first, you might think that she is immature for her age, but she really isn't. In may ways she is more mature than some 15 and 16 years olds.
Growing up, my parents never told my brothers and I that there was no Santa Claus. In fact, I continued to receive gifts under the tree and in my stocking every Christmas right up until the year I moved out at 19 years old!
When I think back of growing up in my parents house I always think of Virginia O'Hanlon's letter to New York's The Sun
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 to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
I didn't realize it back then, but now that I am a parent, I understand. My parents wanted to keep the spirit of Santa Claus alive in my heart -- no matter how old I was. This is a tradition that I hope to pass on to both of children and hopefully to their children.
Indeed. How dreary would the world be with no Virginias or for that matter, no Meghans...