Someone in the Owning Pink community recently asked:
“How do you view Santa? Am I the only one who feels odd telling my daughter who never believed in Santa to keep the truth to herself? I feel so torn on this subject. I need some great Pink advice.”
I was inspired to write about this and invite the rest of you to join in on this conversation.
Call me Scrooge, but I’ve never been much of a Santa fan.
Don’t get me wrong. I love creatures unseen and unproven. Bring on the tree nymphs, angels, dragons, leprechauns, witches and wizards, trolls, unicorns, and the Loch Ness Monster. My four year-old daughter is currently mired in a world of fairies. She writes notes for fairies, and they write back to her on scrolls on parchment. She leaves them gifts and they return the favor. They visit her in her dreams, sleep in bed with her, and she even dressed up as one for Halloween. So I’m all about supporting my child’s imagination.
But Santa has just gotten so commercial. The lovely St. Nicholas story that inspired the Santa Claus mythology has become bastardized into a $15 photo in a shopping mall and holiday decorations that now deck the halls long before Halloween. Plus, Santa just seems like a distraction from what Christmas is all about. Wasn’t Christmas the day the baby Jesus was born? In our politically correct world, are we so uncomfortable with this religious holiday that we’ve had to create some benign, essentially meaningless “naughty or nice” alter ego conscience just to lord over our children in December so they don’t get coal in their stockings? I mean seriously…
Somehow, Santa just doesn’t seem so magical to me anymore. But certainly, he’s harmless. So yes, I shell out the $15 for that Santa Claus photo op and listen intently while my four year-old daughter Siena tells Santa what she wants for Christmas. (Incidentally, she wants “A princess whose head comes off and when it does, she dances beautifully.” Uh.. where can I get one of those, please? Santa?)