santa rant.

It’s been a while since I’ve written a rant-y post. (Probably since I was writing my single cat lady blog and complained about parking and Internet dating.)

Anyway, something on the good ‘ol Facebook got me thinking last night and I decided it’s time to pay homage to my original blogging roots and rant about it on here.

So, yes, Santa.

My problem isn’t with the old guy himself. I think Santa’s fine. I’m looking forward to incorporating him into our own family Christmas traditions. Will I go so far as to paint reindeer tracks on the floor or photoshop a Polaroid to show Santa squeezing in through our fireplace? (Thanks, Pinterest.) Probably not. That’s a little creepy, in my opinion. I think the standard milk and cookies is sufficient.  (I can hear He Who Shall Not Be Named reading this and calling me a fun-hater right now, but I still don’t know how I feel about going super far into pretending he’s a real dude. Guess we’ll see someday.)

So, my problem here with Santa is when parents have meltdowns about other kids “ruining” the Santa fantasy for their own kids. You know, when a kid at school decides to spill the beans to another innocent kid that Santa isn’t real. Stunned kid goes home and asks mom what the deal is.

(I’m assuming that’s how 99% percent of us figured it out. Word of mouth on the playground.)

Anyway, an acquaintance on FB posted last night how upset she was that Santa was ruined for her seven year old by a neighbor kid. And how she wants to confront said neighbor kid and parents about it.

I mean, really?

In my opinion, if kids are old enough to know he’s not real, or at least old enough to be talking about it on the playground, it’s probably time to come clean with your kid. Not to mention I think it’d be a great teaching opportunity to explain that Santa contributes to the spirit of the season . . .  and then reinforce what Christmas is truly about.

At least that’s what my mom did for me when, in second grade, some jerk on the playground was just busy being a kid and decided to blurt out the fact Santa wasn’t real. So, I got home from school, ran all the way up the driveway from the school bus, and immediately asked my mom if the kid was right.

I remember she didn’t even flinch or hesitate when she confirmed Santa was not a real person. But, she did tell me why Santa is a part of the holiday for some families and what ‘ol St. Nick represented. (Which, I think, is still pretty magical.)

And you know what? I wasn’t upset in the least over it – in fact, I was relieved I finally knew the truth behind how a fat guy and a handful of reindeer could cover the globe in just one night. That stressed me out, because it just didn’t make any sense.

It also didn’t change Christmas for me whatsoever. Our family had plenty of other traditions and exciting things to look forward to and focus on, and of course I still had gifts to open (let’s be honest, what kid doesn’t like presents?), so learning Santa was only “real” in spirit and not in a physical sense didn’t take anything away from my childhood wonder at all.

I look forward to the day (well, not really, because that means my kids are growing up and I don’t even have any yet) that our mini-me comes home and asks about Santa. Because I plan to do exactly like my mom . . . we’ll sit the critter down and have a nice chat about giving and love and family and thankfulness and all those wonderful warm-fuzzy things the holiday season fills us up with . . . and why.

So, that’s why last night I just read that FB status update about the seven year old finding out Santa was real and the mom being just beside herself and wanting to ream someone for it . . . and I just don’t understand.

Why do some parents want kids to think that Santa is the purpose of Christmas . . . or, if that’s not a concern for some families, at the very least, who wants an upper-elementary school kid who still hasn’t figured it out?  (I, personally, hope our children will be curious and bright enough to start asking questions about it at some point.)

And let’s not even get started on the fact this parent actually wanted to confront the kid who spilled the beans. I mean . . . kids are kids. They talk. And when they find things out, like Santa’s not real, of course they are going to want to spread the word. If my kids know before a good deal of other kids, will I ask them not to go around offering up the information? Sure. And will I ask that they play along at home if they have a significantly younger sibling or two? Of course.

But again, kids are kids and if the third grade lunch table discussion is Santa, I’m not going to fault my child for not pretending he’s a real live person when talking to his or her peers. (And no child of ours will likely ever remain silent, so I won’t be surprised if our little person does end up letting the cat out of the bag.)

So, that’s all . . . I feel better now after getting this opinion piece off my chest!

Happy Holidays you guys :).

Stay warm out there!


  1. While we may disagree on the logistics of Santa himself (I choose to not teach or support about Santa at all), I do agree with you and the ridiculousness of parents who get angry when someone “ruins” it. I guess just another reason I choose not to do it, because I want my kids to be able to trust me. I choose to focus on Jesus as the reason for the season.

    Anyways, great post!!

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