Here’s a story about Christians who were raised without Santa Claus. “I found it hard to comprehend that other kids believed in something so obviously fictional,” says one young man who was asked to write about his experiences growing up without a belief in Santa.That’s cool–I say, to each hir own, right? I also completely understand the desire to distance oneself from U.S. Christmas materialism, which is a factor many people in this story mention as part of their motivation.
However: I don’t understand how belief in God and/or Jesus is incompatible with belief in Santa. In fact, I’d say that belief in one supports belief in the other. After all, if it’s hard to swallow the notion of a fat man in a red fur suit flying around the world to distribute gifts, then isn’t it hard to swallow the Magic Baby born of a virgin to save the world story, too? Or the story about how Magic Baby was sent to save people from Evil Nonsensical Authoritarian D!ckhead Old Testament God who really in fact supposedly loves us? (Seriously: OT God is like the worst abusive domestic partner in human history.) Frankly, in the age of jet travel and Federal Express, the fat man story seems more plausible (if just barely).
One final thought for children–or grownups–who have spilled the beans about Santa to other kids or children not their own: God is imaginary, too. (How’d'ya like them apples, you little $hits?)