Every year, on the morning of December 25th, the same miracle repeats itself across the world.
Quick little footsteps echo through the hallways.
Muffled laughter, excited whispers.
Children wake up before sunrise, run to their parents’ bedroom to gently shake them awake, then rush to the living room, eyes shining, hearts pounding.
Under the Christmas tree, the gifts are there.
And the same question always floats in the air:
When did Santa Claus come?
Did he really come down the chimney?
Was I good enough to deserve presents?
So now, let us all take a deep breath.
Close your eyes for a moment.
And travel with us, through time and magic, into an enchanted world.
A white, sparkling kingdom, home to majestic reindeer and their baby fawns, tireless little elves with rosy cheeks, working endlessly to make toys for children who have been kind, hardworking, and caring toward others all year long.
There, every child’s laughter is a reward.
When Santa visits homes, he sometimes finds a warm glass of milk, a cookie, a clumsily written note.
A simple gesture, filled with love.
Yet every year, one small thing is forgotten.
In this enchanted land, Santa Claus is not alone.
By his side lives Mrs. Claus.
Quiet.
Essential.
The one we rarely talk about, yet without whom nothing would work.
How could old Santa truly know the heart of every child without her?
Who understands children’s fears, dreams, silences, and hopes better than the one who, all over the world, shares the same mission as every mother?
Mrs. Claus is not just Santa’s wife.
She is his memory.
His compass.
His tenderness.
She is the one who whispers which children need a little more comfort than gifts.
She reminds us that magic is not measured by the number of presents, but by the love placed inside them.
Did she have children of her own?
Maybe.
Or perhaps, through the magic of Christmas, she became the mother of all the children in the world.
With her white hair, her kind, round face, and her warm smile, she represents all mothers:
Those who stay up late.
Those who comfort.
Those who give endlessly.
Often without ever asking for thanks.
Without mothers, no child would run toward the Christmas tree.
Without them, there would be no memories, no traditions, no magic to pass on.
That is why Toombow Kids, in its Super Moms section, has chosen to pay tribute to this too-often-forgotten figure :
To Mrs. Claus.
And through her, to all women, all mothers—those who turn ordinary days into small miracles.
This December 2025, let us remember one essential truth:
the magic of Christmas begins long before the gifts.
It begins in a mother’s arms.
So, dear children, the next time you prepare for Santa’s visit, remember to leave two warm cups of eggnog.
One for him.
And one for her.
Because thanks to Mrs. Claus —and to all the mothers of the world—billions of smiles light up under Christmas trees every year.
Toombow Kids wishes a Merry Christmas to all our Super Moms.
Those of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
