We all KNOW Santa is real, right? I mean, sure we all went through that phase when we were younger where we decided our parents had lied because we found the price tag still on our boombox. But those were foolish days.
The thing is, all kids go through that doubting phase. And it’s difficult as a parent, because there are certain “insider secrets” that parents know that kids don’t.
Like, for instance, some kids question why we buy and donate toys to “the less fortunate” if Santa is just going to bring them anyway. But there’s a few reasons for that. Firstly, those toys are for the parents to give their kids, not for Santa to give them. I mean, we all give our kids a present from ourselves even though Santa has spoiled them rotten anyway, right?
But folks, I think it’s time, with my oldest at least, to give away the secret of The Deposit. I mean, I know maybe it takes away a little of the magic, but my kiddos, the eight-year-old especially, want to know why they keep hearing me say things like “not sure how we’re going to afford Christmas this year” and “Christmas is coming, Mommy can’t buy you things right now.”
So the other day I sat them down and explained about how even though Santa makes the presents there are some that he can’t make. For instance, Nintendo would never let him reproduce a DS at the elves’ workshop–they own the patent to that technology. For Santa to make one, he’d be stealing from Nintendo.
And that means to fill the Christmas list, Santa has to buy some things–which also explains that price sticker on my CD player all those years ago.
Plus he’s got his travel expenses for all those mall visits and parades, not to mention the big night itself. And it’s not like Santa can easily grow carrots for all those reindeer up there in the artic tundra of the North Pole.
So, yeah, Santa asks that parents provide a deposit. Without it he can’t pick up those branded toys that the elves aren’t allowed to make. And that is another reason why we donate toys like that to various organisations.
It’s also why Mommy is muttering about needing to save more money and not wanting to disappoint anyone this year.
I’ve explained all this to the eight year-old and it makes perfect sense to him. Sure, it’s slightly disappointing to realise that there’s a financial transaction involved in all that magic. But at least now he’s armed with his arguments when the kids at school start questioning him about Santa.