Sunday, December 9, 2012

That's Some Kind of Society We've Cooked Up

In the whole it's-all-out-in-the-open-about-Santa time in our lives, Tim and I were talking about how odd many of these cultural traditions were if you stood back and looked at them objectively. I'll let you enjoy Tim's [paraphrased] rant:

"Really, what the hell is wrong with our culture anyway? It seems a large part of parenting and childhood centers around creating an elaborate series of pranks we play on the children that they remember so fondly that they can't wait to grow up and perpetrate the same hoaxes on their kids. Think about it. One more silly than the next. Let's take Santa.

Not Maggie's best year.

We tell our kids, and center large parts of a holiday around, a fat man who lives in the North Pole, which even young children know is inhospitable. Then that same man has nothing better to do than make toys all year, the culmination of which is him flying around in a sled with magical airborne reindeer so he can climb down your chimney to leave you presents. 

There is massive time and effort put into perpetuating this lie, with the outcome that for years children do not at all equate the hard work and sacrifice that might have occurred in order for their parents to shower them with gifts.

But Santa is only slightly more ridiculous than the Easter Bunny.

Too young to fight the hoax.

A rabbit, who becomes life-size when you see him at the mall or the Country Club, hops around and delivers baskets of candy. Again, no motivation here. That rabbit just thought a holy holiday needed some sugar. Delivered by a bunny.

The Tooth Fairy is a distant third in terms of insanity but still pretty darn crazy. The idea that anyone wants to give you money for your old teeth should be suspect right off the bat."

The man has a point. But my parade of pictures with fat men in red suits and large bunnies serves as testimony to my complicity in the lie. I'm expecting my kids will do the same someday. (Well, maybe not Eion. He likes to be oppositional.)


  1. At least we've managed to drop Santa's un-PC hench-minions from the roster. Easter could be worse, though...though I'm getting perverse giggles from thinking of all the crucifiction and resurrection related candy that could be made...

  2. Goodness, he is grinchier than I am! I think Santa is a sweet concept for the wee little ones, and I remember fondly those Christmases when we had true believers. But trying to drag out "the charade" once they are past 2nd grade or so seems kind of pathetic to me. We all have to let our children grow up, and there are plenty of appropriate ways to do so when it comes to Santa Claus and the meaning of Christmas.