I hope everyone is having a great holiday season. I sure am. First of all, it’s Christmas Day and we are wearing shorts. Snow looks pretty in pictures, and the kids lament the lack of sledding, but dang. Snow is cold.
Second, we’ve had our first Christmas sans Santa, and I’m so glad to be rid of that fat man. The following opinion offends a lot of people, but here it is anyway: I hate Santa Claus.
There. I said it.
I’ve never understood why parents are so protective of the Santa fantasy. You stay up half the night, wrapping and assembling and crafting a Santa scene. You do all the work, and he gets all the credit.
Santa also encourages the idea that a child can have whatever he wants, if he is on the “good list.” Nevermind the cost, child. Santa’s little elves will construct it for free in their little workshop. Also, nevermind the “made in China” label.
So, I broke it to the younger son sooner than necessary. Some folks were disappointed, but lemme be honest. The fact that I maintained the pretense for seven years is just short of a miracle. I found myself apologizing for spoiling the fun too early, but being told the truth isn’t what upsets my younger son.
“That’s okay Mommy,” he says. “But I don’t get why everyone lies to their kids about Santa. That violates the Ten Commandments.”
What do you say to this logic? Feel free to berate my lack of Christmas cheer in the comments. Don’t even get me started on the newest deception crowding the Facebook feed, however: Elf on the Shelf. Seems like maybe he’s just Big Brother’s easy-going little brother.
School is going well, and we’ve found a church to attend. Who knows what is in store for all of us in the next few years, but nevermind. At least it’s bound to be interesting.
We’ve had family visiting all week. Tomorrow we travel to visit more family. Just having some time off is reason to celebrate. Yeah, the fiscal cliff, sequestration and all that still looms ahead. Beyond personal preparation, there’s nothing much to be done, really. Our fellow citizens want to play chicken with the Gods of the Copybook Headings, and in the short term we can’t stop them.
Here’s this year’s tree, looking suspiciously like last year’s tree:
Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, and Happy New Year to you all. Hold on to your butts, because 2013 is sure to be a bumpy ride . . .