Last night at church, it was revealed to me that there was a family that was struggling to give their kids a Christmas.
Even though I knew I couldn't do a lot, I knew I could help.
I agree to take one little boy's name and get him some clothes while my friend agree to get him toys.
As we left church, I informed my boys what we were doing.
Colby looked at me and asked, "Mom, doesn't he believe in Santa?... because if so, Santa can bring him everything his parents can't."
My heart broke.
The harsh reality that I am happy my children don't know.
The harsh reality my mom never let my brothers and I know about, even though we were so poor.
So I replied with, "Wouldn't it make you sad if I could give you anything for Christmas? Wouldn't it make me sad? I don't want him or his parents to be sad."
Santa is a great fantasy when you know you can provide... but he is a slap in the face when you know you can't.
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