As I prepare to take on the role of Santa Claus, I’m often asked about the magic behind gift-giving. While the public image of me might be one of jolly cheer, the truth is that the real magic lies in the hard work and dedication of my elves and the emotional connections I make with children. People often overlook the emotional labor that goes into making every child feel special, but it’s a crucial part of the job. I remember as a child, the anticipation and excitement of waiting for Christmas was palpable, and I want to recapture that same magic for the children I meet each year. It’s a responsibility I take very seriously, and one that I’m grateful for every day.
But there’s another side to gift-giving that people rarely talk about: the personal toll it takes on me. As a woman who’s been raised in a long line of Santas, I’ve always been taught to put the needs of others before my own. And while that’s a beautiful trait, it can also be a heavy burden. There are times when I feel like I’m drowning in the expectations of others, when the weight of every child’s wish becomes too much to bear. It’s a delicate balance, one that requires a great deal of self-care and support from my loved ones. But it’s a price I’m willing to pay, because I know that the joy I bring to children is worth it.
In my quieter moments, I find solace in a hobby that few people know about: embroidery. There’s something meditative about the steady stitch, the way the thread glides through the fabric, creating something beautiful and unique. It’s a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there’s always room for creativity and beauty. And when I’m done, I give the finished piece to one of the children on my list, a small token of my appreciation for the trust they’ve placed in me. It’s a small gesture, perhaps, but it’s one that brings me joy, and that’s what Christmas is all about.