Good Morning, gals!
While driving home last night I listened to a This American Life episode about mall Santas and it got me thinking about how ridiculous the whole tradition has become (it also got me thinking about how much I love Ira Glass and his This American Life).
It really is insane that mall Santas are such an integral part of this fundamentally religious holiday. I understand that Santa comes from the story of St. Nicholas (which you can read here. Tag line: Discovering the truth about Santa Claus. Hopefully the kids don’t discover this site.), but his connection to Christmas is abstract at best.
Before I continue, it must be known that Santa Claus doesn’t bother me. In fact, he is the source of many happy childhood memories. It is just curious that in our modern world where the notion of WWJD has created a political and moral environment the likes not seen before, Santa hasn’t become more scrutinized. With that said, if I were a professional Christian (I consider myself an intermediate Catholic), I would encourage a Christmas that better celebrates its namesake.
For example, you’d think professional Christians would shun the mall Santa and encourage more child-friendly nativity scenes. Before you write this off, think about it. The kids could pose with Mary and Joseph, or put on a robe as one of the wise men for a picture. Most importantly, it’s better than sitting on the lap of an overweight stranger.
If this idea catches on, you might ask, what will come of all the out-of-work Santa’s? I have a feeling the marketing team over at Liberty Medical might find a place for them in their diabetes testing supplies commercials à la Wilford Brimley.
On the other hand, Santa allows non-religious children to celebrate the holiday and that is both beautiful and what I believe Jesus would do. So carry on creepy Santa’s and sneaky parents, it wouldn’t be Christmas without you.
Remembering the horror of catching my parents as Santa,