For us, Santa, definitely. We'll be baking cookies for him on Christmas Eve. When I stopped believing in Santa, my parents said something along the lines of: Who knows *for sure* if he is real or not, but at the very least he is symbolic of generosity, and now it is up to me to keep the spirit of that symbol alive for younger children and that I must never, ever tell a child that Santa is not real because his symbolic meaning is very real. I remember when my parents said this, and my older brother was there nodding his head with such seriousness. It was such a sweet moment in my childhood.
My older brother is five years older that I am, and I remember one Christmas Eve when he promised to wake me up when Santa's sleigh landed on our roof. And in the morning, he told tell me how happy I was to see Santa's sleigh fly by, and he described to me what I "saw". Of course, it was a total lie, but I have never been more grateful that someone lied to me! I was in total bliss with the thought that I saw Santa!
I love what Sara said...
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