So, has it happened in your house yet? Have you had to have that dreaded Santa chat with any of your kiddos? And did the older ones stay quiet or tell the little ones the precious secret? Our featured article is one mama’s experience when this change happened in her house.
Check out Just Sayin’ at the very bottom of the newsletter for my thoughts on Christmas magic with and without Mr. Claus.
Our Recipes of the Week are all delicious and hopefully helpful as you make your way through December and prepare for the holidays.
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Christmas Is Still Magical If Your Kids Don’t Believe in Santa
By Jenni Brennan
The day my oldest son learned the truth about Santa, everything changed. The Tooth Fairy was the first to fall that day and by the end of the night, my son was standing at the foot of my bed asking me if “it’s all been a lie.”
My heart broke as I looked at his quivering lip and his tear-filled eyes.
That last magical bubble of childhood was crumbling before me. Saying goodbye to the magic of Santa was a symbol of his childhood moving towards adolescence and adulthood and it crushed me — and him.
While I knew we would still do our best to create Christmas magic for him, I also knew the magic would never be quite the same.
We weren’t ready — not at all. But, we still had one believer in our house and so my husband, my oldest son, and I held our breath while we waited for the day our youngest would ask us to tell him the truth.
We waited.
And waited.
And waited.
We thought to ourselves — surely he must know by now.
After all, we are talking about the child who came out of the womb super critical about the world. This is the child who is wearing an expression on his face that clearly says, “WTF is wrong with this place?” in his very first baby photos.
This is the child that is smarter than both of us combined, the child that understands the world on a super deep level. This is the child that keeps us on our parenting toes.
But, Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and that damn Elf on the Shelf continued to visit our house for three more years.
Still, nothing. No questions. No hesitations. Anytime we would put out some feelers, we would feel quite certain that he still wholeheartedly believed.
Until last month.
When my nieces and nephew asked their parents to tell them the truth about Santa, my husband and I decided the gig was up.
In a family of six cousins, my youngest was suddenly the only one other than the 6-year-old who didn’t know the truth.
It was time for us to tell him.
We posed the question about whether or not he believed and he shot us both his infamous side-eye and flashed his double-dimpled grin. Clearly he already knew.
But, behind his mischievous smile was a hint of fear and sadness.
“Oh. I’ve known for a long time. I just didn’t want to tell you and make you sad — and I didn’t want Santa to stop coming.”
Once again I was crushed, but this time not because the magic was ending but because I wasn’t with him when he realized the truth. How stressful for a child to wonder what would happen if he told us that he knew about Santa.
What a big thing to carry around for so long.
In that moment, I wished we had attempted this conversation earlier. Maybe in trying to keep the magic alive for so long, we allowed some sadness and fear to creep in.
But, we reassured him that Santa will still come this year. He will always come!
This year’s Santa will still hide the presents and wrap them outside of the children’s eyesight. He will still wait to put the gifts under the Christmas tree until everyone has gone to bed on Christmas Eve.
He will still wrap every single item in the stocking (curse you, family tradition!) and our Elf on the Shelf will still leave fresh chocolate chip mini muffins out on Christmas morning.
Our youngest breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that not a single one of our traditions will change.
But, what will change is the secrecy.
This year there will be no need for me to turn into a stealthy ninja sneaking gift wrapping sessions while the kids are out of the house, smuggling presents into the house while they aren’t looking, finding time to quietly bake and then freeze chocolate chip mini muffins, or jumping out of bed in the wee hours of the morning to move the damn elf.
This year we won’t need to stay awake waiting for our children to fall asleep on Christmas Eve to make sure they don’t hear us stacking gifts under the tree.
This year there will be less stress and more freedom.
As I approach this holiday season, I already feel a lightness and a sense of ease. While we can still have surprises for the kids, there is space to just lean in to the holiday cheer and to not worry so much about keeping the magic a secret.
Although the magic of Christmas that has graced our house for 15 Christmas seasons is no longer in our lives, in its place is a new magic — the magic of honesty.
I’ll always miss the old version of Santa but both versions are magical and maybe, just maybe, this new version will be my favorite.
RECIPES OF THE WEEK:
Between the Pizzaiola Rice Bake, Chicken Florentine, and Rotisserie Chicken Cobbler, our family dinner recipes this week just might be the yummiest to date. Enjoy!
Swedish Meatballs and Gravy
Ingredients:
For the Meatballs:
1 lb (450g) ground beef (or a mix of beef and pork)
1/2 cup breadcrumbs
1/4 cup milk
1 egg
1/2 small onion, finely grated or minced
1 garlic clove, minced (optional)
1/4 teaspoon ground allspice (optional, for traditional flavor)
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
Salt and pepper to taste
2 tablespoons olive oil or butter (for frying)
For the Gravy:
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
2 cups beef broth (low-sodium is best)
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
Salt and pepper to taste
Instructions:
1. In a large bowl, combine breadcrumbs and milk. Let sit for 2 minutes. Add ground beef, egg, onion, garlic, allspice, nutmeg, salt, and pepper. Mix until just combined (don’t overmix). Shape into small meatballs (about 1 inch in diameter). Heat oil or butter in a large skillet over medium heat. Cook meatballs in batches until browned on all sides (they don’t have to cook through yet). Remove and set aside.
2. In the same skillet, melt butter over medium heat. Whisk in flour and cook for 1 minute to make a roux. Gradually whisk in beef broth, ensuring no lumps. Bring to a simmer. Stir in heavy cream and Worcestershire sauce. Season with salt and pepper.
3. Return the meatballs to the skillet and simmer in the gravy for 8–10 minutes, or until meatballs are cooked through. Serve warm over mashed potatoes, egg noodles, or rice. Garnish with parsley if desired.
Tip:
For an extra touch of authenticity, you can add a dollop of lingonberry jam on the side.
Rotisserie Chicken Cobbler
Ingredients: