When it comes to Christmas, most of us think about Santa’s naughty and nice list—and as parents, we often use it to encourage good behavior. But this year, that very concept became a major trigger for Riley’s anxiety.
Riley, now six years old, was diagnosed with Autism at age two. He is non-verbal and experiences significant sensory sensitivities—loud noises, bright lights, and overwhelming environments can easily upset him. But Christmas has always been different. He loves everything about it: dressing up as Santa, listening to holiday songs, and soaking in the magic of the season.
This year, however, was different. For the first time, Riley seemed to grasp the idea of Santa’s naughty and nice list—and he became intensely focused on making sure he was “nice.” Though he cannot speak, Riley learned to sign “Riley is good” and spent the past few weeks insisting on telling everyone he met that he was indeed a good boy.
To anyone else, it might seem adorable, but for Riley, it was consuming. The thought of being “naughty” weighed heavily on his mind, driving his anxiety higher and higher, leaving him seeking reassurance again and again.
Luckily, Riley understands everything—even if he can’t speak. And who better to reassure him than Santa himself?
That’s where Santa Paddy came in. Instead of taking Riley to a busy, overstimulating mall visit, Santa came straight to our home. Knocking on the front door, he made his way to the couch beside Riley. For most children, meeting Santa can be overwhelming—but for a child with Autism, the usual crowds, noise, and flashing lights can make it nearly impossible. Having Santa in the comfort of his own home changed everything.
Riley could relax. There were no crowds, no overwhelming sounds, and no bright, harsh lights. He could sing Christmas songs, share stories about school, and even introduce Santa to his My Canine Companion Autism Service Dog. For the first time, Christmas felt entirely safe and joyful.
Then came the moment none of us could have fully prepared for.
Santa told Riley he was going to go through the naughty and nice list with him—and reassured him every step of the way. He made sure Riley understood that he had nothing to worry about. Santa acknowledged everything Riley had done, making it clear he had been a good boy for Mommy all year.
And then Santa handed Riley a certificate with his name on it, carefully spelling it out for him. When he finally said the words, “You made the nice list!” everything shifted. That simple declaration dissolved weeks of anxiety in an instant.
Riley’s reaction said it all. He smiled, he jumped, he threw his arms into the air—pure joy radiating from him. In that moment, Santa Paddy had done more than deliver a certificate; he had given Riley peace, reassurance, and a memory he would treasure forever.
Now, instead of signing “Riley is good,” he proudly shows everyone his certificate. Because after all, if Santa said it, it has to be true.
