Have you entered that phase? Becoming Santa's Helper

Have you entered that phase yet? Or maybe you have a high schooler and you've long since passed these days by. Do you remember what you said? How it came about? 


I've seen a few posts now. In case you are struggling with "what to say" I've linked to a few here that you can use, paraphrase and bookmark to come back to when the time is right for you and your family.

walking through the snow flurries
It’s never too early in a child’s life to teach them to have a kind heart and to help and be a blessing to others,” she said.
I explained that there are basically 2 teams. Those who SHARE the joy of Santa, and those who RECEIVE the joy of Santa.

Team Santa

And this one ... I'm not sure where it originated, but I saw it floating around on Facebook.

Dear daughter,
The other day you asked a very good question: “Are you Santa?”

I know you’ve wanted the answer to this question for a long time, and I’ve had to give it careful thought to know just what to say.

The answer is no. I am not Santa. There is no one Santa.

I am the person who fills your stockings with presents, though. I also choose and wrap the presents under the tree, the same way my mom did for me, and the same way her mom did for her. (And yes, Daddy helps, too.)

I imagine you will someday do this for your children, and I know you will love seeing them run down the Christmas magic stairs on Christmas morning. You will love seeing them sit under the tree, their small faces lit with Christmas lights.

This won’t make you Santa, though.

Santa is bigger than any person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can’t see or touch.

It’s a big job, and it’s an important one. Throughout your life, you will need this capacity to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents, and in your family. You’ll also need to believe in things you can’t measure or even hold in your hand. Here, I am talking about love, that great power that will light your life from the inside out, even during its darkest, coldest moments.

Santa is a teacher, and I have been his student, and now you know the secret of how he gets down all those chimneys on Christmas Eve: he has help from all the people whose hearts he’s filled with joy.

With full hearts, people like Daddy and me take our turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible.

So, no, I am not Santa. Santa is love and magic and hope and happiness. I’m on his team, and now you are, too.


How did you tell your Santa Seeking child? Do any of these stories resonate with you?