A Savior vs. Santa: Merry Christmas, Sinners!

Growing up, I never really believed in Santa Claus. You can call that a parenting travesty if you wish. I don’t, however. I am thankful that it was never instilled in me to believe in this omniscient, omnipresent man who’d reward you on December 25th for all the good you’ve done throughout the past 360-odd days. To be sure, my family sung the carols and crooners about Santa. We had Santa decorations. But he was never a figure in whom I placed my hope for presents. That was never a thing for me. I’m not really sure how we’re going to present this to my daughter because I do believe there is a certain amount of innocent magic and wonder at the historical Santa Claus that I think is warranted. But mostly I’d say that Santa garners far too much attention in our collective psyche.

In fact, it’s my estimation that jolly ole St. Nick is a rather imposing individual. I mean, have you even considered the lyrics to his theme song? You know, the 1934 classic, “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”? They’re actually frightening.