Why We Don't
Why We Don’t
“Santa Claus,
Santa Claus is coming to town…” We all know
the jingle and how it describes his duties and abilities. Very nearing God-status in seeing us while we
are sleeping and knowing our moral nature, the jolly man Santa Claus is a eurythmic
offering of a tantalizing season bent on fulfilling materialistic wants of
children in suspense.
This syrupy gloss
blurs little one’s eyes with the lighting of the tree, making cookies, and
further traditions that set off this time as special. At the nucleus lies the getting of gifts and
exploring the stockings hung in care.
What kid does not like the idea of new toys, ripping the wrapping in a
flurry of excitement in one intense moment?
Birthday on steroids? Christmas
present morning is like a cocaine rush for little tykes. Dopamine falls from its stored state and
pleasure rushes to their extremities as lightning. So, it is Christmas. A time of getting.
Can Jesus in a
manger compete with this? Yes. If gift giving is done in a careful and
explained manner. Thoughtfulness outside
oneself is a learned thing. This season
provides ample opportunity for a person to consider the needs of others and how
they might make them happy. No harm in
this.
Santa Claus or Satan’s
Claws can meddle. If we must lie to
the child to add a spin of mystery on a holiday of personal gain, then doubt is
seeded early on. At church, we rehearse
the Christmas pageant complete with shepherds and wise men. The child in the front row takes it all
in. Somehow it is to make sense as we
base characters on an ancient book called the Bible. It’s a warm feeling as lights lower and focus
on the manger. God has visited us. They get it.
At home is
another story, literally. Rudolf and Frosty
dominate the T.V. waves. The teacher
works her wonders of the flatscreen with interspersed commercials for toys
aimed at kinder of applicable age.
Suddenly their minds are sucked into oblivion swirled with stripes like
a candy cane in sweet nirvana. This transcendent
state elevates consciousness and convinces them they are the gifted. Afterall, Santa makes a list and checks it
twice. Who is naughty, who is nice.
The danger of the
Santa story is not the contagion he propagates.
As my pastor has said, “It confuses them.” Two competing stories. Jesus’ birth is told in parallel with the fat
man’s then intertwined together weaving about their cerebellums. What is known about Christmas is constructed
as a DNA matrix stretched until the child comes of age and Santa is fully
realized. When one leg of the ladder is
dissolved, it leans and topples not supporting rungs any longer. Hence, Biblical faith suffers as Santa fades.
Stories we tell
children. They look up to us to define reality for them. What is real flows
from our lips and our behavior shows them accordingly. We use holidays to
cement truths from history. From Christmas
to Easter to Thanksgiving, we will issue stand downs to pause for belief
injection. Special days call for special
explanations.
What we don’t do
is the Santa Claus thing. Lying still
makes God’s big ten.
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