A mother wrote a beautiful letter for her little one.
This mom named Martha Brockenbrough like many others, was faced with the complicated question that many dads hope won’t happen so soon, because that means our kids have grown up and most of the time, even though we think about it, we don’t know how to deal with when happen.
This mom had a great idea, she wrote this letter to her daughter, which was published in the New York Times and I think we should all do something like that. Here we leave it for you.
Dear Lucy,
Thanks for your letter. You asked me 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 think it over carefully to know what to say.
The answer is no. I am not Santa. No one is Santa.
However, I am the person who gives you gifts. I also chose them, wrapped them up and put them under the tree, in the same way that my mother did it for me, and in the same way that her mother did it for her. (And yes, Dad helps too.)
I imagine that someday you will do this for your children, and I know that you will love to see them run on Christmas morning. You’ll love to see them sitting under the tree, with their little faces lit up with Christmas lights.
However, that won’t make you Santa.
Santa is bigger than anyone and his work has lasted longer than any of us has ever lived. What it does is simple, but powerful. He teaches children how to believe in something they cannot see or touch.
It is a great job and it is important. Throughout your life, you will need this ability to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents and in your family. You will also need to believe in things that you cannot measure or even have in your hands. I’m talking about love, that great power that will light up your life from the inside out, even during the darkest and coldest moments.
Santa is a teacher and I have been his student, and now you know the secret of how he lowers all those fireplaces on Christmas Eve: he has help from all the people whose hearts he has filled with joy.
With all my heart, people like Dad and I take turns helping Santa and doing a job that would otherwise be impossible.
So, no, I’m not Santa. Santa is love and magic, hope and happiness. I’m on his team, and now you are too.
I love you and always will.