There is a part of me that feels like a fraud and a part of me that is celebrating in another year of Christmas belief for my 8 year old daughter. The pressure of preserving Father Christmas for the continued enjoyment of both my daughter and son is one that all parents feel. Because we all know Christmas is never quite the same when the belief goes.
So I set-up an email account for our Father Christmas, which has resulted in a email ping pong between my Father Christmas alter ego and my daughter. I am now getting to see messages that she would probably not mention to me so enthusiastically as her mother.
She has requested that for her ‘Christmas wish’, she would like her Dad to be happy in his job and get ‘the money we need for the family and to be happy’. My daughter is obviously all too aware of her father’s change in job and financial circumstance. He is driving further for less but is on the rigt career path – just has to grit his teeth and get on with it for the next 6 months.
I replied with an encouraging email and a reminder that money, while helpful, cannot replace the happiness felt in binds between friends and family.
In each email I end it with a twinkly star icon for the authentic Christmas look.
I am just hoping he does not reply again with more angst or queries as it is starting to feel a bit weird to be pretending to be a man with a long white beard and formal way of speaking.
I have to keep asking myself, ‘what would Santa do?’
May be this is a question I should ask of myself on a more regular basis…..
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