Every December there are tales I tell my children. Because I want them to feel included in the festivities of the season, and not rejected.
I tell my kids that the pretty lights they see on all the houses are there because it gets dark out early, and people want pretty lights to help light up the night. I don't want to tell my children that these are christmas lights. I don't want any lights we may put up on our house to be for Christmas. I want them to be festive and mean holiday joy.
I tell my kids that Santa is a jolly guy who visits Christians to celebrate their holiday of Christmas. I avoid any conversation of presents, or where he came from. I don't want my daughters to think that presents come from Santa. Not only because we don't believe in Santa, but also because I think it devalues the gifts and money we spend on our kiddos. Working Dad works hard each day to support our family to get the money to buy these things. I work hard to choose the items, get them, wrap them, etc. to make the holiday fun for all of us. It's not some man in the North pole who sees you while you sleep (creepy...!)
I change the radio station when Christmas songs come on.
I focus on the snowy songs, and try to talk up our trip to Tahoe where we will visit the snow soon.
I weave tales of the holidays to suit our family. Because for me the December Dilema is very real. There is a real feeling of being left out, forgotten, and out of place during this season. And it's starting earlier and earlier each year.
I don't want my kids to feel left out, and certainly being at a Jewish Daycare helps with that situation, but overall, it's a hard time of year.
So, we bake cookies. We play dreidel. We celebrate Christmas with Working Dad's family. We try to make each day work, as well as we can.
How do you do December?