I have always loved Santa!
I love the story,
I love the spirit,
I love the fun of playing the game.
I love opening my stocking the MOST
on Christmas morning
and I love the magical sparkle in my
children's eyes when they see the
crumbs on the plate and the
letter left behind addressed to them.
I make reindeer food to sprinkle in the yard.
I have always loved these things!
this year something is different.
The littles seem to recognize Santa,
but they have no history with him.
They don't have any concept of Christmas morning.
For the middle two who still
let me think they
believe in Santa...
I have a hard time explaining how it is that
Santa only visits rich kids.
I mean, seriously.
Think about that for a second.
Just over a year ago, my babies were literally starving.
They barely had clothes,
had no shoes,
and they were dying.
But Santa didn't bring them anything.
He didn't put a tootsie roll bank in their stockings.
He didn't leave them a blankie
or a snuggly stuffed animal.
He left them without gifts
and took presents to all the
rich kids around the world.
Without giving my husband any reasons to say
"SEE! I told you we never should have done the
whole 'Santa' thing!!"...
maybe this year, we will really be able to focus
Because, you know what??
Santa failed my babies.
But Jesus saved their lives,
held them on cold nights,
wept when they were sad,
and kept them safe from dangers in the night.
Jesus didn't put candy canes
in their stockings,
but He put them in our family...
and that, my friends,