“There are three stages of a man’s life: He believes in Santa Claus, he doesn’t believe in Santa Claus, he is Santa Claus.”
~Author Unknown
I’m excited. Though we are all bustling about this week thinking we couldn’t be any busier, no one is more occupied over the next nine days than Santa Clause. Yet he has agreed to a guest post because he is such a generous soul. Please give your attention to Santa as he discusses the value of an honest Christmas.
Across the atlas, boys and girls believe I face my most difficult task during the endless hours of Christmas Eve. Alas, this is only half truth.
Whilst I span a spinning globe, descending chimneys and slipping unnoticed into every flat and hovel bearing a wide-eyed child swollen with hope, those endless hours between midnight and morn, imbued with enchantment, afford this ancient man plenty of time to ponder.
Each island of color, surrounded by blue, fills my mind with fresh thought. However, the season is short and near at my boots, so I must dip my quill in focus.
The assembly of states that gather between the two great seas has swollen the sentiments of this old man. My tired eyes have born witness to innumerable things, but few so glorious as the birth of that great nation.
But all is not well.
I fear for the future when I gaze down upon a veering mindset and know that it takes but a single strong wind to tear things asunder. I have been present through enough history to understand the damage done by the wolfish appetite of gluttony.
This year my sack is crowded with honest treasure. I beg the moms and dads of that great nation to do the same. Climbing toward the rafters with baubles will only threaten the ease of simple delight.
I beg this year for an honest Christmas. Give to your children the things that do not require a wait in line: your time, love, and genuine thought; things crafted by hand, pulled from thy mind, or handed down from an otherwise forgotten yesterday. Forgo the frippery that will succeed only in reducing the holiday to its most crass commercial component, supplying a momentary surge of excitement, with charm wearing but a brief half-life before something deep and silent inside the soul of those children longs for something pure.
Do not buy what you cannot afford, or pay with a chip of plastic that will only enslave.
Your children will still rise with the frosty dawn, hearts aglow. An honest Christmas will teach them more that morning than a mountain of boxes ever could.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Chris K.
Santa hired a ghostwriter. You can too. Ghostwriter dad writes custom letters, wedding vows, or anything requiring words.
