Dear Santa… it has been a while since I wrote you a letter, I apologise for that.
You see, growing up is a strange thing. From being small and open-minded, believing that absolutely anything could be possible… to growing older and not noticing your mind slowly closing and your thousands of beliefs turning into just hundreds.
As a little girl, I believed in you and every Christmas that I ever had was magical and heart-warming! I would receive presents from my family and friends and there would always be one signed from you and Rudolph too. I remember the feeling of pure excitement when I realised that you had been. I would leave food out for you and the reindeer on the night of Christmas Eve along with a letter wishing you a Merry Christmas and thanking you in advance for my presents on Christmas Day. When Christmas morning arrived I would run straight to the fireplace, as fast as my tiny little legs would carry me, just to see if you had eaten the food and responded to my note. You would always leave a tiny bite of food and say that you couldn’t possibly have eaten it all because you wouldn’t be able to eat the food that other boys and girls had left out for you.
As I got older, I slowly began to realise that the handwriting on the notes you would leave was very similar to my Mum’s writing… No one ever came out and told me that you weren’t real, I guess I just grew out of it? But I think that is the best way because I had years of magical Christmases and I was able to take part in the fun myself when my little brother came into the world! I would still leave food out for you, knowing that me, my Mum or my Dad would be the ones to eat it after my brother had gone to bed! I would still spread reindeer food around the garden so that you could find your way to us if the weather was not good. I would still read ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas’ on Christmas Eve and get excited for the day ahead of us. I even continued to leave you letters, knowing it was my mum writing back to me.
Despite knowing all of these things, Christmas has still felt magical for me. I think that is because I grew out of my belief in you rather than being told by other children or by my parents. Even though I know that you do not really bring presents on Christmas Eve, I still go to bed full of excitement, joy and love.
I overheard two parents talking the other day, saying that their daughter is 8 years old now and still believes in Santa and that it is time to tell her the truth… But I disagree. There is no harm in letting your children enjoy the magic of Christmas for as long as they possibly can. They will find out eventually either through friends or simply by growing out of it and realising that it isn’t true. They will grow up appreciating all of the efforts that you went through to make Christmas feel magical and they will continue the same traditions with their little ones in the future (at least I know that I will!)
I hope that the myth of you continues to spread joy and laughter to little ones across the world for many years to come.
I want to thank you for being present in my life through my parents. I have so many fun memories that bring me butterflies to this day and they will be with me for the rest of my life! I cannot wait to introduce my future children to you and make their Christmases magical as my parents did for me.
Merry Christmas, from Aimee xo