Holiday Lies.

Why do we lie to our children?

Why do we tell them that a chubby, jolly man sneaks into our house in the middle of the night, putting presents under pine trees? He gets off his sleigh that jingles with bells and is powered by reindeer, wearing a velvet-type suit and sporting a lovely, classy white beard. Cute story, but do we truly need to tell our children that this is the man to get us presents instead of us? Would they really care? Either way they're getting presents!!

And the Easter Bunny? Really? Jesus rose from the dead, so a bunny fills a basket with goodies and hides eggs? I don't get it.

The Tooth Fairy? Oh, my tooth fell out. What do I do? Put it under my pillow, of course. By tomorrow morning a dollar/penny/dime/nickel/quarter takes it place! Dang, that Tooth Fairy, she's good!

Sure, it lets the kids imaginations run wild, but at what expense? When they find out, they're heartbroken. Their own parents lied to them. All of those Christmas carols, Santas at the mall, hidden eggs, disappearing teeth, they were total lies! It doesn't seem right, does it?

Yet still, my future children will be brought up believing in them, just because. That's life.