Life was simple when I believed in Santa Claus. It did not bother me at all that some strange man was stalking me all year. Taking notes about when I was naughty or nice. In those younger days my family lived in some not so great neighborhoods in San Diego. The kind of places you kept the doors locked all the time and we were taught to not take candy from strangers. Yet for some reason it was alright to invite some guy in a red polar suit into the house to leave presents for us. Of course somewhere along the way Santa lost his magical hold on me. I grew up, well at least became an adult, and carried on the tradition of teaching my kids about Saint Nick. They are grown now having long ago lost their fascination with a fat man that can fit down a chimney with a sack of toys.
It seems the whole world has lost its faith in the story of Santa. As I observe the world around me a poem for the season came to mind. I hope you appreciate it.
The week before Christmas
It is the week before Christmas and all through the stores, people are frantic they want so much more. The drivers are frustrated honking in vain, why is that slow poke driving in my lane. Wallets are empty and credit cards maxed, we could by so much more if our paychecks weren’t taxed. Coffee in a red cup, how rude and vile! After all Christmas is about elves with a painted on smile. If I visit your store and Merry Christmas you say, I will sharply remind you it is “Happy Holiday!”
There is some hub-bub about keeping Christ in Christmas. That would be completely different than believing in Santa Claus. After all Santa brings gifts for the good things we do and the God Christians speak of offers a gift to the sinful. Can you imagine believing in a benevolent, loving, omniscient and omnipotent God willing to extend grace to all who asked? And what if He willingly gave his son as a gift for all humanity so we could have eternal life? That would certainly be something to celebrate. Another difference is Santa Claus visits once a year where as Jesus is with us all year long.
If a person truly believed in Santa Claus they would not go into debt trying to buy the perfect gift.
If a person truly believed in Christ they would know he already paid the debt for the perfect gift.
Merry Christmas to all,
Rev. Burt Schwab