When our daughter was little, the Deaconess at our church told me this story. One child told his brother that Santa wasn’t real. A sister immediately followed up by say neither was the Easter Bunny. The child immediately went to his mother and demanded, “Did you lie to me about God, too?”
That was the year I asked our five-year old daughter if she wanted to help me be Santa for her Dad.
I wish I had this idea back then as well. Spend Christmas Day baking cupcakes. Load them and the kids in the car and head out to where lonely people are. Have the kids offer each one a cupcake saying, “We are celebrating Jesus’s birthday; would you like a piece of His cake?”
Another family developed a rule to minimizing the focus on gift getting. “Something you want; something you need; something to wear; and something to read.” If the something you need is a new toothbrush and the something to wear is new pajamas then the whole family could brush and change and settle down to read together. What a lovely feeling that gives me.
TTYL,
Linda
We always had low-key Christmases. Andy always bought Kaitlin a project that they worked on together.
I love Jesus’s birthday cake. What a great teaching lesson.