I'm beginning to feel a little bit of Christmas in the air, even with the recent 60 degree temperatures. Tonight as I was darting through Wal-Mart, picking up a few quick things on my way home from work, I heard a Christmas song playing over the loudspeaker. I could hear the Salvation Army bellringer in the distance, and I somehow felt a little more relaxed and slowed my step.
The holidays are also popping up more at school. I've been getting the usual, "Is Santa Claus real?" questions at school, and that lets me know that Christmas is just around the corner. Every year when the Santa questions start up, I am reminded of one of my previous fourth grade classes, and I must share the story with you. Some of you have heard it before, but it's worth retelling.
One day in the middle of class, my students began asking about the validity of Santa Claus. I, being a lover of innocence during childhood, always respond with something along the lines of, "Of course, Santa must be real. Where would all those presents come from if he wasn't?" Many of the students in the room agreed with me and piped in with similar responses. My class was very much in favor of there being a Santa Claus at the North Pole. About the time that everyone was settling down, a boy in the back raised his hand. I knew trouble was about to begin, but I called on him anyway-- freedom of speech, you know. He proceeded to tell the class that he knew for a fact that Santa wasn't real; his parents had told him that they bought all of his Christmas presents. You could hear the students suck in their breath in shock, and things got quiet for just a moment. Then one brave student spoke out. "Well, duh! Santa doesn't bring you presents because you don't behave. Your parents just feel sorry for you, and they go out and buy you presents." The class agreed, and that was that.
So there you have it, folks. Santa is real. And if you always thought it was your parents bringing all those gifts, then you must have been one of those bad kids whose parents felt sorry for her!
Merry Christmas, everyone! Here's to the innocence of childhood! This year, may you view everything around you through the eyes of a child.
4 comments:
Love the pixs of your Christmas decorations! And that is one of my fav stories but my all time fav is the girl with the mole. I laugh and tell that story to anyone who teaches.
that is so funny! kids are so funny and honest, aren't they. i miss that about teaching. thank you for the sweet things you said about me on my blog. you will be a wonderful mom, too, one of these days. and for now, you can be a great teacher, which at times is pretty close to being a mom.
What a precious story. And you're house looks very festive. Love the outside lights too. Merry Christmas!!!
Great Santa story. What smart little kids! Of course, now you're going to have to tell the mole story...
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