Yes, Dear Bloggers, There IS A Santa Claus

(Below is an edited version of a post from last season. It has the same message. And I am as passionate today about the message as when I first wrote it. It needed to be said again.)

I believe in Santa Claus.

I’m shocked when I meet someone who doesn’t.

Recently, I was perusing your blogs out there and I found not one, not two, but three blogs dedicating posts to the evils of Santa Claus.

Santa = Evil?!?

And there were comments, lots and lots of comments agreeing with them.

I was angry. I was outraged. I vowed never to read those blogs again. I started taking names to avoid reading the blogs of people agreeing with such blasphemy.

And then I stopped myself. Jane, I said to myself, You believe in God. You have friends who don’t. You read their blogs. You’re fine with their difference of opinion, faith and beliefs. You preach, “One mountain, many paths.” How can you completely disregard another blogger’s right to disagree with your belief in Santa Claus? How can ONE post nullify all the other posts you read by them and enjoyed?

So….reluctantly….because logic won with this internal struggle…..I re-bookmarked all three of those blogs and I tore up my McCarthy list.

But not without defending my stand!

When my daughter was about three-years-old a friend told me about a wonderful Santa that I absolutely must take her to. We did. He was elderly. (Of course) He had a genuine white beard and longer white hair. (Of course) Β He wore a red suit with shiny buttons and he sat out in his sleigh every night between Thanksgiving and December 23 (because he’s very busy on the 24th!) listening to children, finding out about their lives, helping them to narrow their lists (he only allowed 2 toys because his sleigh was only so big!) and chatted with the parents.

He must have had an eidetic memory. Through the years he would remember what school my daughter attended, her love of gymnastics, that she had a cat, even a few of the gifts he had brought her in the past. Before any of you start jumping up and down yelling, “Creepy!” I can assure you (and I’m quite sensitive to creepiness) it never, ever, ever, ever appeared creepy.

He was genuine. He was sweet. He was Santa Claus. And he did this out of the goodness of his heart. He was a member of our community – recently retired. His many acres of property were decorated with Christmas lights that brought people from miles around. He dedicated his time to help children believe in kindness, in goodness, in unconditional giving. He cared about the children in his community and took collections to “pay his light bill” and to give to the local Boys and Girls Club. He reminded them to study hard in school, mind their parents, brush their teeth. He reinforced strong values and the “real” reason for the season.

There is a 10 year age difference between my daughter and my sons. So for a time – she felt too old to see Santa in person – we skipped visiting. Oh sure, we always rode by to see the lights. If he wasn’t busy with another child he always waved to those passing by. But then we moved to another part of the county and once my boys arrived we skipped seeing Santa because we felt they were too young.

Then, they were 3 and 2 years old. They were ready! And I was so excited. I couldn’t wait for Santa to see how our daughter had grown. To meet her two new brothers. We talked to the boys about Santa. My daughter filled them in on what was to come Christmas morning. She helped them make a list. Just before we turned down the street I cried, “Let’s look for Santa!” But the street was dark. Only a porch light was on at the house. The area for parking wasn’t marked off anymore. My #1son asked, “Where Santa?” My husband quickly piped up, “Oh no! He’s not here tonight. I forget to check the schedule. I’ll bet he’s at the mall this evening.”

It’s a good thing my husband spoke up. I couldn’t. A tear made its way down my cheek.

When we got home I scoured the internet. I found our local online paper. The headline read “County Santa Will Return to the North Pole.” I was crushed. But he was getting older. His health wasn’t as good. And he just couldn’t keep up the hours anymore. He had been doing it for 13 years from 6pm until 8pm every night between Thanksgiving and Christmas. The article showcased parent after parent talking about all he meant to their child’s vision of Christmas and to our community.

He truly was Santa to all of us.

Santa is not about commercialism. He’s not about greed. He’s about giving for the sake of making someone else’s eyes light up. He’s about wonder and imagination. He’s about love and kindness.

And if you’re looking, you will see him. He may not be dressed up in a red suit. His beard may not have grown in. You will find his spirit in every act of generosity and grace during this wonderful season.

But you have to be willing to suspend your cynicism. You have to be willing to accept gifts without the expectation of something in return. To my knowledge, Santa doesn’t discriminate. As long as you believe, the gifts will come. Some are wrapped. Some are not. Some are obvious gifts. Some you realize as a gift only later.

But Santa is real.

If only you believe.


Filed under children, Holiday

18 responses to “Yes, Dear Bloggers, There IS A Santa Claus

  1. The good news is Santa is everywhere. You just have to pay attention and you’ll find him. Or her.

  2. I had tears in my eyes too, when I read the newspaper headline in your post. Fortunately, the spirit of Santa Claus will live forever, as long as people believe. I believe!

  3. Beautiful post, Jane…Have a wonderful holiday with your family!


  4. Wow. I offended you with my post (if you read it)? Sorry about that. I don’t mean to disparage anyone else’s beliefs; I just don’t want them forced on my son. Not that it’s my choice anymore; he’ll believe what he wants to believe. And if believing in Santa is a way to believe in goodness and giving and peace and love, then I’m all for it. If it’s just a way of being greedy and thinking about getting stuff, then I can’t support that. I’ll pretty much support any belief system that edifies good and moral qualities. That wasn’t my problem with Santa. I really do wish he was real.

    an idealist who has lost her way

  5. Beautiful post Jane. I didn’t read this the first time around and am so grateful you reposted it.

  6. I’ve asked Santa for George Clooney……
    Have a wonderful Christmas Jane to you and yours and I hope Santa brings you everything you wish for!! xx

  7. For my little guys, Santa is part and parcel of the magic and wonder that is so often lost in the commercialization of the season. And I’m down with magic and wonder.

    BTW, you might find the latest post at Motherlode interesting:

  8. The best gifts are the ones that continue to gain meaning season after season, aren’t they? And I believe, oh, yes I do.

  9. Even though I’m Jewish, I can definitely believe in this kind of Santa Clause. As hard as it sometimes is, belief in people and kindness and goodness is one of the most important things I can think of.

  10. I believe.
    Thanks for sharing the story of your very special Santa …

  11. I love it – suspension of cynicism rather than “suspension of disbelief.”

    Much better concept. (And I was also contemplating big bellies this week, though not the Santa sort.)


    Enjoy your holidays!

  12. I was able to be Santa this year while delivering Christmas baskets for my church. The joy in knowing you are helping a family have christmas when they wouldn’t be able to because of various circumstances is huge.

  13. My jaded kids don’t believe, but I’ve never stopped πŸ™‚ Thanks for the sweet post, made me happy.

  14. Really loved reading your post ! You said it right about seeing Santa Clause in acts of generosity and kindness . My belief in Santa Clause has increased tenfold after reading your blog πŸ™‚ Merry Christmas !
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  15. My 8yo still believes in Santa. Well, he and his cousin left Santa a note last night, next to the cookies and milk, asking how old Santa is. Santa left him a note, “I stopped counting at 550…” He then decided to keep that note so he could compare it to the gift tags…

  16. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

    Ditto your thoughts.

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