Christmas is 3 weeks and 2 days away.
It’s a time of giving, joy, celebrating with family and friends, decorating the Christmas tree, admiring the festive lights, and yes, Santa Claus.
Here in Spain, Santa became mainstream only recently while for years, and still now, it is the three Kings whom give the children their presents on the 6th of January (the 25th of December is the celebration of Jesus’ birth).
As an American, and a true believer in Santa Claus for my entire childhood, the thought of three Wise Men putting presents underneath the tree is quite absurd. I mean, how do they get there? Where are their flying reindeer? Where do they live the rest of the year? What is their equivalent of the North Pole?
Yes, a red-cheeked fat man coming down the chimney is loco in it’s own way, and to each culture its own, but I’m a fan of good ol’ Santa Claus.
I love the spirit of Christmas mainly because of Santa. Ever seen Polar Express? If not, you must. Santa, for me, is not just some jolly never-dying guy who brings presents. Santa represents the magical time of the holidays, the constant joy this time of year that seems to elude us during the other months, and the reminder that it is OK to believe.
This is the reason why I love Santa Claus, even at the age of 21. In my personal opinion, I feel that every child should experience the magic of Santa, his reindeer and the North Pole. My parents never actually told us that Santa did not exist. As my sister and I got older, we just simply grew out of believing that he was a literal being – and of course we heard the non-existence of our favorite man from mean school bullies – and knew that those presents under the tree, even the ones which still said “From Santa” were actually from our loving parents.
However, the magic and believing in the spirit of Christmas never left us, and still to this day, Santa equals magic for me. Which is why I believe that children should never be told that there is no Santa.
What is so wrong with letting them believe this one little thing while the rest of their world turns into constant stress, money, and worries? If I ever met a grown man/woman whom still believed in Santa, I would never laugh, taunt or tease them. No, I would bow down to them, maybe even propose, because in the sad, greedy world we live in, what’s the matter with believing in just a little magic and spirit?
All of the above got me thinking once I saw an article on the Huffington Post about a news anchor, who live on the air with children watching, said that there was no Santa Claus.
Watch it here:
Quite sad, isn’t it? People were quite pissed at her comment and of course, I agree! It is the parent’s job to tell their children about Santa, not someone who bluntly says, on the news, that “there is no Santa”.
So, what are your takes on all of this? Do you think children need to know the “truth” about Santa at a certain age, or is it OK to let the children grow out of it on their own? If you have kids, what age, if yet, did you explain to them about Santa?
Love to hear your thoughts!
*Note: The images were taken from Google Images. The video was taken from Youtube, its © belongs to NewsTsar’s Channel and FOX News. However, the words, thoughts and opinions are my own: © Kalie Lyn, 2011.*