santa

A very important discussion took place the other day. The kids were discussing whether Santa was real or not. We've always told them the truth about Santa. Oh, maybe that dashes some fun childhood games that could have been, but we've still told them that Santa isn't real, reindeer don't fly, and we buy the kids' Christmas presents. You can call us (me) Humbug.

If you watch "Polar Express," you'll see our reasoning. When the Polar Express train arrives at the North Pole and Santa makes his entrance, there is an extraordinary amount of Santa-worshiping going on there by thousands of little elves and kids. Santa is exalted as one might exalt God, and that bothers me immensely. Perhaps this is just a "Polar Express" problem, but I think our society puts far too much emphasis on Santa Claus where all the praise should be to Jesus.

Isaac got to thinking about Santa the other day, and he concluded, "Santa Claus is old, and old people can't go down chimneys!!" He thought a while and exclaimed, "Well, if he DID go down the chimney, he'd burn his butt!" Carly jumped on that one. She said, "Isaac, don't say the B-word!"

Jesus is the reason for the season.