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[Noah122898]

My soon to be 10 year old son is home with Grandma today and went snooping for Christmas gifts. Well he hit the mother load in an attic closet and called me at work hysterically crying that there is no such thing as Santa. I had a feeling that he was doubting Santa's existance but we held out and continued our Santa traditions. I am not sure how to comfort him, he really wanted to still believe. Does anyone have any advice? I was looking for a poem or something to help get him through this.

 

[Carriemel]

Not sure if this will help but...


The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus by Ogden Nash


In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn't anybody's joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
His character was full of flaws.


In school he never led his classes,
He hid old ladies' reading glasses,
His mouth was open when he chewed,
And elbows to the table glued.
He stole the milk of hungry kittens,
And walked through doors marked NO ADMITTANCE.
He said he acted thus because
There wasn't any Santa Claus.


Another trick that tickled Jabez
Was crying 'Boo' at little babies.
He brushed his teeth, they said in town,
Sideways instead of up and down.
Yet people pardoned every sin,
And viewed his antics with a grin,
Till they were told by Jabez Dawes,
'There isn't any Santa Claus!'


Deploring how he did behave,
His parents swiftly sought their grave.
They hurried through the portals pearly,
And Jabez left the funeral early.


Like whooping cough, from child to child,
He sped to spread the rumor wild:
'Sure as my name is Jabez Dawes
There isn't any Santa Claus!'
Slunk like a weasel of a marten
Through nursery and kindergarten,
Whispering low to every tot,
'There isn't any, no there's not!'


The children wept all Christmas eve
And Jabez chortled up his sleeve.
No infant dared hang up his stocking
For fear of Jabez' ribald mocking.


He sprawled on his untidy bed,
Fresh malice dancing in his head,
When presently with scalp-a-tingling,
Jabez heard a distant jingling;
He heard the crunch of sleigh and hoof
Crisply alighting on the roof.
What good to rise and bar the door?
A shower of soot was on the floor.


What was beheld by Jabez Dawes?
The fireplace full of Santa Claus!
Then Jabez fell upon his knees
With cries of 'Don't,' and 'Pretty Please.'
He howled, 'I don't know where you read it,
But anyhow, I never said it!'
'Jabez' replied the angry saint,
'It isn't I, it's you that ain't.
Although there is a Santa Claus,
There isn't any Jabez Dawes!'


Said Jabez then with impudent vim,
'Oh, yes there is, and I am him!
Your magic don't scare me, it doesn't'
And suddenly he found he wasn't!
From grimy feet to grimy locks,
Jabez became a Jack-in-the-box,
An ugly toy with springs unsprung,
Forever sticking out his tongue.


The neighbors heard his mournful squeal;
They searched for him, but not with zeal.
No trace was found of Jabez Dawes,
Which led to thunderous applause,
And people drank a loving cup
And went and hung their stockings up.


All you who sneer at Santa Claus,
Beware the fate of Jabez Dawes,
The saucy boy who mocked the saint.
Donner and Blitzen licked off his paint.

 

[EnchantedPrincess]

So sorry that happened...but check out www.icaughtsanta.com . It cost $12.95 but it might help?

 

[mom2faith]

My soon to be 10 year old son is home with Grandma today and went snooping for Christmas gifts. Well he hit the mother load in an attic closet and called me at work hysterically crying that there is no such thing as Santa. I had a feeling that he was doubting Santa's existance but we held out and continued our Santa traditions. I am not sure how to comfort him, he really wanted to still believe. Does anyone have any advice? I was looking for a poem or something to help get him through this.

What about the "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus" story?

I may not be remembering this right, but I am pretty sure that it is about how Santa lives in all of us.

Even if this is not the story. Can you swing it to be that Santa lives in all of us? Can you do something special with him today?

For example, this morning, I got my coffee through drive thru and paid for the person's behind me (something I like to do every now and then as a random act of kindness). Can you take him to spread random acts of kindness and show him how he can be Santa too? It doe not have to be big, just a couple of small gestures.

Good luck and keep us posted!!

 

[ms_missy66]

When something similar happened to a friend of mine she sat her son down and said "Yes, there is a Santa. He lives in all of us and now you get to be a Santa too." She then tasked him with helping her prepare Christmas for his two younger sisters. He ended up feeling really important and delighted.

I feel sad for your little guy. :-( I was so bummed when I found out. But how cool that it lasted until he was 10! I have a friend who had her 5 year old rationalize that reindeer don't fly and Santa couldn't possibly make it to all houses in 24 hours. He was heck bent on knowing the truth! I just hope if my daughters have kids like that in their classes that they don't spill the beans any time soon.

 

[natnelliesmom]

10 is really long to believe! That's great. I wish my girls will last that long.
That said...
If he's going to snoop- it's a good life lesson for him. If you sneak around you might not like what you find.
He's probably not just upset that there is no Santa- as I'm sure that at his age he already had his doubts. He's probably feeling guilty that he did something he shouldn't have done. Now all of his Christmas surprises are ruined.
I would make sure he understands that this is what happens when you go looking for something you shouldn't. He ruined it for himself.
He's definitely old enough to understand cause and effect.
I guarantee that next year he'll stay out of the attic!!
Good luck with this one!
-Sarah

 

[csnkrushin]

Here is a nice story, maybe it will give you an idea. I too have a 10yr son...so sorry yours found out this way

An Adventure with Grandma

*******************************************************

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on
the day my big sister dropped the bomb:” There is no Santa Claus,” she jeered.

"Dummies know that!"


My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been.

I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.


I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down

a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns.

I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm.. Between bites,

I told her everything. She was ready for me.


"No Santa Claus!" she snorted.. "Ridiculous!"

Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years,

and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and? let's go."


"Go, Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second

world-famous, cinnamon bun.


"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had

a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors,

Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days.


"Take this money," she said,” and buy something for someone who

needs it. I'll wait for you in the car."


Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's... I was only eight years old.

I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I

shopped for anything all by myself.


The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their

Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching

that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors,

the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about

thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.

He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in

Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that

because he never went out for recess during the winter. His mother always

wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that,

Bobby Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat.


I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker

a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm,

and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked

kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a

bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.


That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons

(a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) she got a

Christmas tag and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus”, on it. Grandma said

that Santa always insisted on secrecy.

Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I

was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept

noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a

nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step,

pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together

we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and

there stood Bobby.


Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside

my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes.

That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what

Grandma said they were: “Ridiculous". Santa was alive and well, and we were

on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95..


He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find

Christmas under a tree.

 

[Mrs. M. Mouse]

I am so sorry he found out that way! I love the story that natnelliesmom posted and am going to copy that to keep for when mine find out. that is a fantastic story!

dd8 had a girl in kinder try to tell her that there wasn't any such thing as santa and dd told her well if you don't believe in santa then I guess he doesn't leave you anything on christmas. I believe in santa and he always comes to my house...lol and since then the girl who told her there is no santa believes there is cause she got a santa gift last year and no one knew where it came from

I know that story didn't help you and I hope you can try to spin it that santa lives in all of us. merry christmas.

 

[sndfan]

It's a shame that he found out that way, but he was old enough to know he was doing the wrong thing by snooping for presents. A hug and a little talk explaining the spirit of Christmas might help.

Of course, I'm Catholic, and NOT ABOVE a major GUILT TRIP. I'd tell him that he shouldn't have been snooping and that I hope it doesn't happen next year.

 

[vickyBaby]

I'd tell him that he shouldn't have been snooping and that I hope it doesn't happen next year.

Ditto! That deserves a golf clap.

 

[Bonnie40]

10 is really long to believe! That's great. I wish my girls will last that long.
That said...
If he's going to snoop- it's a good life lesson for him. If you sneak around you might not like what you find.
He's probably not just upset that there is no Santa- as I'm sure that at his age he already had his doubts. He's probably feeling guilty that he did something he shouldn't have done. Now all of his Christmas surprises are ruined.
I would make sure he understands that this is what happens when you go looking for something you shouldn't. He ruined it for himself.
He's definitely old enough to understand cause and effect.
I guarantee that next year he'll stay out of the attic!!
Good luck with this one!
-Sarah

 

[barnaby1]

10 is really long to believe! That's great. I wish my girls will last that long.
That said...
If he's going to snoop- it's a good life lesson for him. If you sneak around you might not like what you find.
He's probably not just upset that there is no Santa- as I'm sure that at his age he already had his doubts. He's probably feeling guilty that he did something he shouldn't have done. Now all of his Christmas surprises are ruined.
I would make sure he understands that this is what happens when you go looking for something you shouldn't. He ruined it for himself.
He's definitely old enough to understand cause and effect.
I guarantee that next year he'll stay out of the attic!!
Good luck with this one!
-Sarah

Fully agree with this.

 

[budbeerlady]

Here is a nice story, maybe it will give you an idea. I too have a 10yr son...so sorry yours found out this way

An Adventure with Grandma

*******************************************************

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on
the day my big sister dropped the bomb:” There is no Santa Claus,” she jeered.

"Dummies know that!"


My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been.

I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.


I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down

a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns.

I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm.. Between bites,

I told her everything. She was ready for me.


"No Santa Claus!" she snorted.. "Ridiculous!"

Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years,

and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and? let's go."


"Go, Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second

world-famous, cinnamon bun.


"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had

a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors,

Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days.


"Take this money," she said,” and buy something for someone who

needs it. I'll wait for you in the car."


Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's... I was only eight years old.

I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I

shopped for anything all by myself.


The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their

Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching

that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors,

the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about

thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.

He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in

Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that

because he never went out for recess during the winter. His mother always

wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that,

Bobby Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat.


I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker

a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm,

and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked

kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a

bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.


That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons

(a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) she got a

Christmas tag and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus”, on it. Grandma said

that Santa always insisted on secrecy.

Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I

was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept

noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a

nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step,

pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together

we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and

there stood Bobby.


Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside

my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes.

That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what

Grandma said they were: “Ridiculous". Santa was alive and well, and we were

on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95..


He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find

Christmas under a tree.

Thanks! I needed this today....

 

[DawnM]

I know it is hard right now, but years from now you will all have a good family laugh at this moment.

Dawn

 

[SmallWorld71]

Just wanted to wish you luck. DS9 is hanging on to his beliefs as hard as he can, but the end is definitely in sight.

 

[tarheel618]

save love the grandma and santa story thank you

 

[zoemurr]

but you should look into "The autobiography of Santa Claus". I loved it, and my DD9 (a believer we think.. but she's off to middle school next year, so we need to break this to her.) Anyway, it is written by Santa. It explains all the history behind Santa, how he was a real person, and how all the traditions we have began. It's really interesting.

 

[maidenfairy]

I really like the Grandmother story. When I was 10 we didn't have any money and I knew I was not going to get a Christmas. Then there was a knock on the door and a nice lady was standing there. She handed me a box and said, "Merry Christmas!" I asked, " Who's this from?" She told me Santa sent it. Inside was a new Atari. I never saw that lady again, and I like to think she was sent by Santa.

Go take your son and do something really nice for a less fortunate person. It'll help him feel better and make someone else's day.