Tall Girl has always been a clingy child. I could never have lost her in a crowd when she was little, not that I'd have wanted to. She was always there beside me, clinging. She is shy and nervous, but will blossom one day I'm sure.
So.........The thought of Father Christmas coming into her room to fill her stocking was always something she faced with trepidation! She has always hung her stocking downstairs in the hope that there will be no strange man crossing her threshold on Christmas Eve. On the other hand Small Sprog has no fear at all. He positively wants Santa to wake him up with a HO HO HO! So Tall Girl is not happy, was not happy. For Santa needs to pass her open bedroom door on the landing, to get to her brothers room. This was a cause of worry to her every Christmas Eve. So what to do?
Last year I could stand it no longer. She still believed (at 11 years of age) and got more anxious as the years went by!
Now Christmas and Santa are supposed to be pleasurable. I watched her struggle for sleep on Christmas Eve last year and thought, for goodness sake why don't I tell her it's not true? She'll sleep much better and will enjoy Christmas so much more.
Now what mother tells her first born child that Santa is not real on Christmas Eve?! Well I did, and it was the best thing I ever did. The look of relief on her face and the smile were worth all the worry of breaking a dream. She was incredulous. It was mummy all along? The relief washed over her and she slept like a baby for the first time I could remember on Christmas Eve. She has also been true to her word and not 'spilt the beans' to Small Sprog, who will still put carrots out of the attic window on Christmas Eve, just in case the reindeer fancy a snack.