One of our kids made a case for the existence of Santa:
Dear Mommy, Santa is real because the FBI told me so, and because who else would put the Santa present under the tree; and somebody has to live in the North Pole.
I like to think he is real too. Someone that symbolizes a benevolent persona, eager to make adults and children happy, jolly and generous.
At Christmas, many North Americans are surrounded by gifts and generosity. And we are often slammed with advertisements of Christmas must haves: coordinating family Christmas pjs (my teenage daughters would not approve, like, they might even ex-communicate me), Starbucks peppermint mocha (ok, well gotta just have one;), coordinating Christmas décor (totally honest, I love my kiddos creativity, but there’s just only so many handmade priceless decorations that my tree will tolerate–yesterday, it literally began to topple).
No denying, materialism is a type of Christmas cheer. There’s a reason we’re pouring love onto our children in the forms of fun or useful or stimulating packages. We don’t want our lives focused on material things, but we certainly enjoy new things, and we love pouring them onto others. Occupying our spaces and our time, we are privileged to own things, enjoy them, pass them on and buy new things.
I like giving, but I hope I don’t sound like Scrooge when I say that I’ve generally been resistant to Christmas donation campaigns, until last year. Know that we’re year round givers and have developed connections to places that we want to share with. Needs are everywhere, all year long.
But as I was wrapping packages in front of the television and catching a few phrases from the old black and white version of “A Christmas Carol” last December, I heard someone tell Scrooge (paraphrase), “Christmas reminds others of how much or how little they have. We should share with others to encourage them that others care.”
That’s why Christmas giving is important. It’s a monthly training ground, and our yearly reminder, of how much we have and that we should share. And when we’re looking close enough, or we’re reading those campaign letters, we see that there are so many places to share.
Now we read those campaign letters with the kids, and decide together where to put some of our gifts. And though we regularly support Salvation Army, we intentionally drop a few coins into the Salvation Army kettle, knowing that we’re encouraging the volunteer standing beside it, and possibly others too.
So thanks Scrooge. And, of course, thank you Santa, for reminding us to be generous all year long. Oh, and Santa is real…I’ve been watching his travel path on NORAD for years.