Oh Santa baby. What a jolly legend. I love the fact that our 4 year old knows that he has requested we leave out champagne instead of milk on Christmas Eve. What a genius idea! I can hear the critics already – surely that teaches the kids that drink driving or sleighing is acceptable? Think what you like – Santa is magic, he can handle a fizz buzz.
I find it simply wonderful lying in soft, cosy festive pj’s with a hot chocolate by our side reading The night before Christmas.
Santa aint getting all the credit though. I am with John Lewis on this one. Christmas and the whole message of Christmas to me is about love. I love my family and I would also like to get them a present. If the grandparents fork out on a top of the range toy or beautiful clothing from John Lewis (yip I don’t hold the trampoline incident against them) then why should Santa get all of the thanks? Can we not spread the love a little bit?
Also, as magical as the idea of santa is – he is starting to cause some issues. When my daughter was 3 she asked me, “Mummy how does Santa get into our house, we don’t have a chimney’. She is a bit of a detective like her Mama. I always win at Cluedo. So I told her that he comes in the window.
If you read my article in the evening news over the weekend, you will know that a year later and her investigations continue. The 2016 festive drama: she is not happy with the thought of another man that she doesn’t know coming into our house. Delighted she has her head screwed on and is unlikely to accept chocolate from a stranger. She has informed me that she will be sleeping in our bed on Christmas Eve. So again, I had to do a bit of what I like to call ‘Santa free styling’. Santa leaves the gifts in the garden for Mummy and Daddy to collect.
“That’s great Mummy – so we don’t need to leave champagne out by the tree”. Too right we do. Although if it’s snowing we could stick it outside for an hour and hope the thief who stole our candles and lanterns doesn’t walk by (we have CCTV). Who needs an ice bucket?
Personally, I can’t remember what my parents told me. Did I ever believe in the power of Santa? Probably. Was I cautious about him? I think I should have been with lyrics like this:
‘He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!’
That would be enough to terrify me. You should have seen my little girls face last week when she said “Mummy I don’t like Santa watching me sleep”. I quickly skipped to the next track
“Grandma got run over by a reindeer.
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and grandpa we believe.”
Oh dear – skip
“It’s hard, but when you’re having fun
There’s a world outside your window
And it’s a world of dreaded fear
Where the only water flowing is a bitter sting of tears”
Sod it – stick jingle bells on repeat.
I overheard my Mum, good old Granny Violet, chatting to Bonnie last week about Santa. She said “Don’t worry, it’s all just a bit of fun, Santa is a fun story”.
That’s all good and well but if I labour this point there may be a lot of very sad and confused kids at pre school nursery. We all know that 4 year old children love to repeat things. Do I want a sea of angry parents at my door? Some of those comments online about John Lewis spoiling Chritmas 2016 were brutal to say the least. I sense a lot of santa rage out there right now.
Do I continue to ‘Santa freestyle’ to keep him magical and not scary? Either way, fingers crossed for some sleep on Christmas Eve. Ho Ho Ho !