This past Christmas Bob and I started a discussion on how to handle the topic of Santa Claus with the kids. I used to laugh at the pictures of babies crying sitting on mall Santa’s laps until I have my own kids. I am not comfortable with the thought of placing my kids on the lap of a stranger. Unlike parents who grew up in the states and are used to taking their kids to the mall to meet Santa, we did not engage in that activity. One friend suggested that we can ask the kids in the future if they want their picture taken with Santa in the mall. More than a Kodak moment with a man with fake beard on, we wonder how to talk about Santa when the babies start to understand these things. Both Bob and I did not grow up in the United States, which means we did not grow up with the wonder of getting gifts from Santa and later discovering the truth. Growing up poor, I had always known that Christmas meant having a good meal on Christmas day (the one and only fancy meal in the year) and nothing else. Bob was from a Hindu household that did not celebrate Christmas. As Christ followers, we want our kids to focus on the meaning behind Christmas, which is the birth of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. We wonder if we should engage in this fantasy of Santa Claus as parents who did not have first hand childhood experience of writing to Santa, leaving cookies and milk for Santa, and finding presents from Santa. More importantly, we wonder if focusing on Santa would take away from our focus on Jesus. I asked our pastor, our gestational carrier, and the kids’ godmother how they handle this topic. They all chose not to do Santa. Some chose to tell the kids about Saint Nicholas and why people celebrate him. Our pastor did say that he didn’t think it’s a bad thing to do, but just wants us to make sure that the kids understand Santa is not the most important. After discussing with Bob, we are leaning towards not doing Santa. Our kids are still young. We did have a Christmas tree and hung their special ornaments for this year: Okra’s is a fire truck (his favorite) and Bunny’s is a girl holding a book that said “I love reading”. The babies wore their Christmas pajamas and opened their presents on Christmas morning. We went to Christmas eve service and spent quality time with family. Other than that it was another low key Christmas with a few good presents and a whole lot of love going around. The babies didn’t quite get the art of ripping the wrapping papers and getting new toys. But we had a great time with them nonetheless. I am quite sure they will get much more excited next year.