Thursday, December 22, 2011

"Ho! Ho! Ho! I'm Santa Claus!"

That's what I have joked with my kids over the years in loud, jolly voice. Now I do it with my grandkids. The response has generally been, "No, you're not!" And I just laugh all the merrier. As years go by and they grow up, they join with me in the jolliness with a twinkle in our eyes.

My friend over at Middle-Aged Mormon Man has blogged on the idea that a lot of good, religious people keep Santa out of their holiday festivities as they don't want to detract from the sacred nature of Christ's birth. Some just don't want to lie to their kids. I guess I can respect that. I find more troubling his reporting of those who go the other extreme trying to make Santa into some kind of stand-in religious figure for Jesus finding little religious symbolisms here and there, some more contorted than others, up to images of Jolly Ol' St. Nick actually kneeling at the manger. That's a little creepy. Or, as I put it in my comment over at MMM, both camps seem to be straining at gnats and swallowing the wise men's camels.

I just love playing the jolly "Ho, Ho, Ho," with the kids and their love of imagination as they challenge what isn't even a white lie. I tell them the truth. I really believe I am Santa Claus. So far, all my kids are fairly well-adjusted and even the grown ones out on their own still go to church [mostly].

"Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!"


  1. I wrote this as a comment on another blog:

    "Christmas Eve in my family meant going out for pizza, then across town to spend a boisterous evening with aunts, uncles and cousins. On the way home late that night, sometime between car and house, we’d stop and look up at the sky and Mom (or Dad) would point.

    “'There! Do you see it? I think that’s Rudolph’s nose!'

    "This went on for years after we kids had wised up to the Santa myth, I think because we intuited that for Mom and Dad it was a sort of nostalgia, a last-ditch bulwark against the inevitable growth of children to adulthood; and so we played along, happy to indulge them (for that moment, anyway) in their irrational grown-up fantasy."

    My mom was still trying it on me when I was in my late 30s, and I loved her for it. :-)

    Merry Christmas to you and your family!

  2. SLK-
    That was great of your mom, and you. Merry Christmas!


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