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I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
– Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
Psst! Spoiler Alert. Don’t let any little kids see this.
I was about seven years old when I figured out who Santa Claus was. I didn’t say a word to my parents, so they finally sat me down at age 11, a few weeks before Christmas and asked me if I knew “about Santa Claus,” that he was an idea, an example of generosity and kindness, but not really an actual person. I said I had known about Santa for a long time, and they asked why hadn’t I ever said anything to them. I told them I didn’t want to hurt their feelings because they worked so hard at Christmas.
They seemed really relieved that I wasn’t completely delusional.
Once you figure out Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy stop being real too, but I hadn’t said anything about them either, for the same reason.
The divinity of Jesus was the next thing to go, but my mother wasn’t so happy about that one. I still think he is a great teacher, but not God.
So why is Christmas still “celebrated” at my house? Because I love the lights, the trees, the food, Wassail, giving gifts, mistletoe, people making donations for the disadvantaged (even if it’s only for the tax break), getting together with family and friends, Medieval and Renaissance Christmas music, and It’s a Wonderful Life and A Christmas Carol. If we had a fireplace, there’d be a Yule Log in it.
The fun stuff is all borrowed from Paganism anyway. Even the supposed birthday of Jesus. And when it gets dark at 4:30 in the afternoon, it’s good to have these things to cheer us up, especially at the end of a year of little peace and even less good will.
However and whatever you celebrate, have a wonderful week, and let’s meet here again in 2018.