It’s beginning to look a little like Christmas – Hive and Nest

WARNING:  I am super opinionated about some things.  Well, most things actually.  And I’m pretty sure you won’t agree with me on this one.  But I don’t mind if you don’t mind.

My sister Arianne blogged yesterday about telling her kids about Santa.  There is no way I could say what I need to say in one measly little comment box.  You see, I actually tell my children that there is no Santa.  I always have.  Don’t worry, though.  I always tell them other children are foolish and have parents who lie to them, so they all think Santa is real.  And to not tell them otherwise.  

Just kidding, folks!  Seriously, I do tell them that most kids believe in Santa, so they shouldn’t tell their friends that he’s not real. But my kids accidentally let the truth slip out once, prompting an irate phone call from Heather, who was driving carpool that day:

Heather (in near hysterics): How could you?  How could you tell them that Santa is not real? These are my problems with Santa:

–He is a symbol of everything crass and materialistic about Christmas.  I’m not saying that presents are bad.  Heaven knows I’m not.  Because nobody loves presents as much as I do.  I really, really love presents. I just hate how Christmas is all about buying and spending and shopping and getting and comparing and spoiling and excess.  I want to have myself a merry little Christmas.  I don’t think that Santa should be the mascot.

–Silly me, I also think that it should be a religious holiday.  I think my children should understand that Christ is the whole entire purpose.  When my children figure out that Santa isn’t real, I don’t want them to wonder the same thing about Jesus.  I am so sick of people bearing their testimonies of Santa.  If I see one more sign about Santa that says “I believe” I’m going to throw up.  All over my glittery Rudolph sweater.

–I spend all this time and effort picking out the perfect presents for my kids.  I’m not about to give some fictional character all the credit!  I want them to know that Mommy and Daddy spend money and time making their Christmas splendid–so don’t forget it! 

It hasn’t hurt my kids to know that Cinderella is just a story. What’s the big brou-ha-ha about Santa being a story too? 

P.S. I just realized this is my second rant in two days. Sorry, I have no idea why. (No, it’s not that time of the month, you weirdo!)  I’ll be back to my light-hearted self tomorrow.