My wife and I made a conscious decision when we had kids that we would never lie to them. This made it difficult around Christmas when all the kids at their schools were talking about Santa Claus. We would teach them about the historical figure of Nicholas, but told them plainly that Santa Claus (as he is pictured in society) doesn’t exist. Our thinking was (and is) that if they knew we would like to them about the existence of Santa, perhaps we would lie to them about Jesus.
At the same time, we realize that Santa Claus is part of the American cultural celebration of the winter holidays and all of the fun that can go with that. Our solution has been to break the celebration into its component parts. On the one hand, we have the cultural celebration of Christmas. On the other, the Christian celebration of the Advent of Jesus, the Messiah.* So as not to seem scroogish about it, we don’t mind our kids enjoying the cultural aspects of the holiday season as long as they understand the difference.
With that in mind, I would like to share with you the letter our youngest wrote to Santa, as printed in the Hebron Journal Register. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas
Dear Santa,
My name is Isaac N. Friesen. I am in third grade and go to Thayer Central Intermediate School. I have been good almost all year and live in Hebron, in Thayer county.
My fireplace has a metal plate with tiny holes in it, and even if you pass that you couldn’t get out, because there is a glass door that opens from the outside, so you’ll have to take the front door. I’ll leave it unlocked. My sister sleeps out in th eliving room alot and she is a very light sleeper so be very, very, very quiet.
Dear Santa (again),
How do you go around the world in one night? Do all the versions of you from around cover their entire country or continent? But North America is a big continent, so the reindeer would probably have to travel at 9,999,999 mph.
Dear Santa (again),
This is what I want for Christmas. First, I want a model airplane (to be exact, it is a Snap Tite A-10 Warthog). Next, I want a remote control airplane that flies. Finally, I want a DS Lite.
Well, I hope that wasn’t too much for you.
Your Friend,
Isaac
P.S. You’re not fat, even if Beverly thinks so.
*The same issue occurs in the spring. For my own family, we have divided the cultural celebration of Spring, called Easter (complete with the fertility symbols of eggs and bunnies) and the Christian celebration of the resurection of Jesus, which I have called Resurrection Sunday for years.