What is Santa bringing you for Christmas?
That was a question we all loved to hear when we were kids, right? We didn’t know our parents were eagerly listening to find out what we would say to those who asked.
Neither did we know that it was a grand conspiracy among adults to ask such questions so that our folks could spy on the conversation, informing “Santa” of our requests.
But even though the traditional Christmas was fun, and something we all looked forward to, there was never a disconnect between Christmas and Christ in our home.
I rightfully attribute that consistency to my parents. They didn’t read a book that told them what to do. Instead, they lived as they always lived—for the Lord, and made sure we did too. I am not saying we shouldn’t read books about child rearing—that’s important too.
I realize that there are opposing views about whether or not we should tell our kids about Santa and the traditional Christmas stories. I am not trying to change anyone’s mind or argue a point. I fully respect that this is a parent’s choice.
But I fondly recall my childhood with all of its traditions and memories, with no regrets about what my parents did or did not tell my siblings and me. I am thankful that they were diligent to assure their children knew the truth about Christmas at Christmas time, and the truth about Christ all year round.
Commercialism certainly has become an important issue, especially in America. It would be easy to fall into that trap, buying and wanting and missing the true meaning of Christ’s birthday.
As a friend and I were talking, he made a comment that I found interesting. He said, “Christmas is a time of joy—Easter, a time of sorrow.”
I don’t agree. I truly believe that both are a time of great joy. In fact, Christ was born to die for our sins—all our sins. His crucifixion was not the tragic end of a promising life. It was the victorious beginning of the salvation of mankind.
The sad part is that our lives require it—our sin made it necessary for Jesus to die so that we might have a relationship with Him now, and eternal life in glory with God.
As Christmas approaches, I don’t have hard feelings toward my folks for telling me Santa was a guy who travelled in a sleigh and delivered presents to good girls and boys on Christmas Eve.
From the time I was a child I knew that Christmas was Jesus’ birthday and never confused Santa with Jesus. I mean—they look completely different … right?
Merry Christmas! I hope yours is wonderful!