Nice blob of incoherent blather.
Snowmen and the red-clad home-invader are stealthy BABY JESUS substitutes.
Same with bunnies at Easter, chocolates.
Same with “Happy TURKEY Day”
Stealthy, I admit.
I’m up for: “Santa Claus is ... you. It’s time for you to notice who is naughty or nice, to anonymously give gifts according to what will benefit them, to let them know that someone cares regardless of your frequency of interaction with them. There is much that others do for you, without you even aware of who or what. Be Santa. Be Christ. Be aware, give care, sacrifice your self to lift & save others.”
If they believe that they also believe that Dems are honest.
I don’t think it really hurts one way or the other. Personally I always told my children that Santa was a make believe game we played every Christmas, they pretend to believe and then we leave them presents from Santa. They weren’t bothered by this in the least and were happy to “play along” as most small children are. However, I have cousins that sincerely believed Santa was real until they were pre-teens.
Take them down to the Welfare Office.
Then take them to Walmart the first day of the Month when the EBT Cards are “recharged”.
Santa actually shows up twelve times a year.
I forgot. Have them watch the Democrat Presidential Debates.
Explain to them that one of those Morons could be the next Stalin Claus.
As parents we set our kids up to hearing and accepting lies about old St Nick and other mythical creatures and then the government steps right in with their lies of how they’re just here to help us. What a knock out combination.
When my kid was still young enough to want to believe in SC, I asked him how he managed to get to every house right at midnight everywhere in the world (keeping is simple, avoiding time zone issues).
Then I gave him the answer: Quantum Mechanics. Though too young to understand, I started introducing him to the Many Worlds Interpretation. As he got older he lost interest in SC but now has a very healthy interest in science, physics and quantum mechanics.
I never had to burst any bubbles. On his own he lost interest in the myth of the great non-Amazon delivery man in the sky.
I am showing my age here:
In the second grade we were taught about the old man who gave gifts snd how that became the santa Claus story.
Pennsylvania schools use to teach churchy stuff.
Long before that I knew that my dad was the real santa for our family. Something about a song about mommy kissing santa Claus.
Three card Monte.
Three cards face down.
One is pic of Nadler, one of Shiff, one of Santa.
Challenge is to turn over the Real one.
I notice “Let them watch ‘Trading Places’ or ‘Bad Santa’.” is not on the list.
Permissible.
But damages very young minds.
If you want to cultivate imagination, read them a book.
But causing them to believe some magical being is going to drop a bunch of free stuff under the tree every year is, at best, silly.
Comparing telling kids to Santa is justified because it’s OK to lie to a Nazi?
Really?????
We never told our kids that Santa existed. They are just fine for it.
I think children should have a childhood and believe in childish things. And then they should eventually grow up.
One problem today is that children don’t grow up. They re-name Santa Claus and call him Socialism, but they still believe.
I am not opposed to having Santa as a part of childhood but eventually telling young people, “That stuff is make believe. Life doesn’t work like that.”
“The Christmas Chronicles” answered several of the questions posed. I highly recommend it.
As a youngster, I was absolutely immersed in the magic that was Christmas! Everything was magical... glitter, glue, pine cones, holly and berries, snowflakes, winter, parades, Santa on the fire truck, cookies, food, Christmas songs, gift exchanges, Christmas trees, toy store windows, “A Christmas Carol”, the list goes on and on... And as I aged, I learned what was really going on as was bound to happen... but never, not in a million years would I ever selfishly attempt to persuade anyone, anywhere to teach disbelief, or in any other way to counter or destroy the joy and happiness of a child’s hopes for or their belief in Santa or Christmas!
I have five grandchildren, three of them I’ve raised, and my partial list above is always Christmas for them. I’ve had the talk with my grandsons who are late teens, that they’d better keep thier pie-holes shut around my five year old grandaughter who is, like I was at her age, absolutely immersed in the magic of Christmas!
Don’t even come around my house spewing any bilge about how you were victimized or abused, and your life was ruined and you don’t feel like it’s right, and that it’s wrong to lie to kids... blah blah blah...
Christmas in it’s entirety is celebrated in my home, and it will be until I’m no longer around to celebrate it. To all of you who would “pooh-pooh” on Christmas...
Here’s wishing you and yours’ a very Merry Christmas!