No Justin, There Isn't A Santa Claus
I'm a bit addicted to celebrity gossip and yesterday I received an alert on my phone from one of the well-known gossip rags (yes, I'm so addicted that I get alerts on my phone) with the title "Justin Bieber: My Mom Never Let Me Believe In Santa Claus". I had to blink a few times to make sure my contacts were settled into my eyes properly because - what? I mean, Justin Bieber is Christian, right? So what's the big deal? I get that not everyone believes in the whole Jesus is the son of God thing so that some people don't celebrate Christmas per se - but oy. No Santa?
That's just cold.
I grew up with the warm fuzzy idea that the fat man in the red suit was going squeeze his bowl of jelly down my chimney to come and shower me with tons and tons of gifts. Santa was magic to me - the very idea of it makes me smile. Now, as a parent, Santa is back again and I, selfishly, love keeping that magic alive for my kids. I was just watching the Santa Clause 2 last night on Netflix feeling all tingly and awesome. So what gives?
Bieber says that her reasoning for never allowing him to believe in Santa is because she was afraid that when he was older he would feel that she had lied to him. Also, she wanted to make sure that when she told him about God, that he would believe her. To this I say - what? How lame. Do you mean to tell me that she never lied to her son about anything else - ever? Yesterday I told my daughter we didn't have any more popsicles left, but the truth is that we still have about 10 of them. Every parent lies to their kids at some point - why pick Santa to stand tall on?
I'm a church-going God-fearing woman, but still, I'm not buying it. All I can think is - Christmas without Santa sounds depressing. I was raised to believe in both God and Santa - and I did a fine job of figuring out which one was eternal on my own, thank you very much. Of course, I figured out that Santa wasn't real long before I ever admitted it - my parents had to sit me down and tell me the truth - but the real truth was that I just wasn't willing to stop believing. At no point did I decide that Jesus probably wasn't the real deal, however - so I'm still not sure how the idea of Santa takes away from the baby in the manger.
What do you think? If you celebrate Christmas, do you incorporate Santa? Do you know anyone who doesn't allow their children to believe in Santa?