As a child, my husband was a firm believer in Santa. Imagine the shock he suffered when, at the early age of 8, he discovered his parents had lied to him. When he found out that there wasn't a hefty old man climbing down the chimney delivering toys, he was crushed. He shared this story with our children and he vowed never to lie to them about things like this. Before he discovered the truth, he had fun writing and receiving Letters From Santa , leaving cookies out, and getting up early on Christmas morning. We don't celebrate Christmas like we used to but we enjoy it all the same. Now, we enjoy each other, good food, our extended family, and all of the wonderful blessings God has bestowed upon us. It's a different way of celebrating but the celebration is so much more sweet; knowing that we have a merciful God providing for our every need and watching over us with every step we take.