Every time I mention the word "Christmas", people respond with, "ooh, Santa Clause." It's as sure as the tide. Out goes "Christmas", in comes "Santa Clause." Maybe I'm a drama queen, but WHEN did Christmas equal Santa Clause?? When did the most valued holiday of the year (according to the public school calendar, anyhoozle) become a celebration of a fat man in a furry suit?? Santa is not all he's cracked up to be. First, he's the creation of Walmart, Tesco Lotus and all the other companies that are way too big for their corporate britches. Second, he breaks into houses, parks his reindeer illegally, cackles obnoxiously, and lacks any fashion sense. When was the last time you saw someone in fur-lined red velvet? Where do you think all those gifts come from anyway? Don't try to tell me all those elves are slaving away voluntarily. Santa is the one-eyed-one-horned-flying-purple-people-eater masquerading as a jolly fat man and if that isn't enough to get you, he's a lie.
When did we start embracing lies over the truth? Why is the first thing most parents encourage their children to have faith in a big, nasty lie. Why don't we teach our children (heh...I'm preaching, but I don't have kids yet) about true things instead of wasting all our energies on deception. Poison is easy to swallow when it's chocolate covered, but it still kills ya.
Ok, I'm done. I love Christmas and I love the magic of imagination. I don't like the way Christmas has become like a buffet of consumerism.
Jeaners