Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Interesting that this word should be the prompt this morning. Earlier, while searching for an illustration for my Bible study blog, I came across this:
Of course, Santa is not in the Bible. My parents must have done a good job of helping us to understand that Santa was make-believe, like Mickey Mouse or Superman. I honestly do not remember ever believing that Santa was real, and still I enjoyed that aspect of Christmas, knowing very well that it was just a fairy tale.
There were no presents under our tree from Santa. He was not the all-knowing, all-seeing, all-present power figure in a red suit that filled the store windows. There were no elves, no Mrs. Claus, no magical toy factory at the North Pole. Still, we sang Rudolph the red-Nosed Reindeer and Here Comes Santa Claus in the same way we sang other fun songs.
We never sang them, though, with the same attitude of expectation and awe that I remember when we sang Silent Night, Holy Night, or Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem. We knew those songs were from a whole different realm, one that was sacred and holy, and not to be reduced to fairy tale status like Santa Claus.
My mom and dad told us the truth right from the beginning. They never had to deal with the trauma of our realizing Santa was a hoax, because we always knew he was just a story.
Seems to me that what they did is a lot better than teaching kids to believe in Santa and then having them realize it was all a lie.