I have a strong opinion about Santa Clause and you probably do too. There are people who are 100% against Santa. I see the reasons all the time, things like:
Santa is a lie
Santa is too “commercialized”
Christmas is about the birth of Christ, only the birth of Christ, and talking about anything else takes away from the true meaning of Christmas
Well, I am 100% on the OTHER SIDE of the argument. With that being said, I do not have children. I cannot have children, but if I did and if I could, there would be a Santa-palooza in my house EVERY SINGLE YEAR. Why? Because Santa is a tradition in my family.
Every year we baked Santa cookies. I remember spending the time with my Mom and Brother applying red and green sprinkles on cookies and carefully baking them just so we could give Santa his snack. It’s one of the reasons I enjoy baking as an adult, because I learned how to do it with my Mom, for Santa.
Every year we came home from school with our construction paper Santa Clause faces with cotton ball beards and clothespin Rudolph ornaments. Those items were put on the refrigerator, and the ornaments on the tree. The ornaments were dated with the year, so that as I hang them on my tree now, I know how old I was when I made Rudolph and I am reminded of my teachers and classmates from that year, some of who I STILL talk to. I’m reminded every time I put up my tree how much my mom thought about US by saving those ornaments.
Every year my Mom pulled out the JC Penny catalog and my brother and I poured through it while writing our letters to Santa. Then we addressed them and actually mailed them to Santa. I can only imagine what my Mom was able to accomplish on those nights when we were out of her hair! Ha!
Every year we went to a shopping mall to visit Santa. But, we also got to experience the decorations and the spirit of Christmas. We learned why people stood outside of stores and rang bells, the people who never asked for your money, but wished you Merry Christmas. We learned about giving and helping when possible, even if it was only a dime or nickel each.
Every year we loaded into the car and spent family time driving around and looking at Christmas lights and decorations. Sometimes that was how we spent Christmas Eve, and believe me when I tell you, there were no airplanes in the skies that night, only Rudolph’s shining red nose!
Every year we woke up at an insane time of the morning to tell our parents Santa came to visit us! I also remember the year our parents said “I don’t care if Santa came or not, do not wake us up before 5am”, and how some years my brother and I would fall asleep on the couch waiting for the clock to hit 5am so we could wake them up!
I don’t remember all of the gifts from those years. I don’t remember all of the Christmas programs, or concerts we had at school. I don’t remember what I wrote down on my Santa wish list, or what I put into the letters. What I do remember is our traditions and how they shaped and changed my life. I remember the joy, the family time, and being together. So, if you try to tell me that Santa didn’t teach me the true meaning of the season, I’ll tell you I disagree 100% and I’m glad my parents lied.
What’s YOUR stance on Santa?