I was five years old when I found out there was no Santa Claus
my sister and I asked mom point blank:
Is there a Santa Claus?
Then we realized the gravity of the question so we asked:
Wait! Wait! If there’s no Santa, do we still get presents?
Why do we feel the need to lie to kids about Christmas?
For the magic of Christmas?
Jesus Christ is the magic of Christmas!
his virgin birth was announced by angels
he grows up to walk on water,
turns water into wine,
comes back from the dead,
biggest comeback in the history of history…
what’s Santa got?
Some fat old factory worker
some slave driver factory boss
bossing around his little minions, the other elves
making them work even on Christmas
Jesus didn’t manufacture his miracles in a factory
He could do them with his mind
yet we sit the kids on Santa’s knee to confess what they want for Christmas
and we keep the lie going till the kids are nine, ten, twelve years old when we tell them:
Ok, you’re old enough to learn the truth: everything you know is a lie.
And we wonder why we have trust issues
raised to believe in elves who slave their entire lives making presents for us
what for, our imagination?
Reality is inspiring, hell, it inspired this
lamenting on all the time and money spent on Santa Claus parades
watching Santa movies, reading Santa books
we should be opening up a map with our kids and teaching them about the world
I asked my fourteen year old nephew last week: what’s the largest continent?
He said: Mexico.
And in a room full of fourteen year olds, none knew
one kid said: Hong Kong
and another corrected him: It’s King Kong, you idiot!
We did this to these children
we have failed them in their education
cause, though, in a room full of fourteen and fifteen year olds,
none knew enough to say: Asia
however, all could name all eight of Santa’s reindeer.