the spirit of Christmas

I got an email this morning about listening to Christmas music, and geographical facts about the North Pole, and finally, how “Santa’s house at the North Pole is allegedly in Alaska just off Route 2″…
(In the immortal words of Deadpool, “What in the ass?”)
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So this got me thinking about Santa and his reindeer and the elves…
Which in turn got me thinking about the Christmas spirit…
And here’s what I wrote in response…

Santa doesn’t live in Alaska! He’s not American! He’s of no nationality! He’s just Santa. (Yes I know the origins of his story, but we’re discounting those for the sake of this conversation!)
I know you’re getting all technical about the North Pole…but I believe Santa’s home and workshop are…well…a load of crap if you want the truth.
(It actually surprised me when I wrote those words!!)
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I truly love the idea of Santa.
Santa is the spirit of Christmas! The spirit of giving and love and well, even hope. Because some folks who don’t really dig the baby Jesus do dig Santa. Anyway…it’s fun to think of workshops and elves and the like. But I sort of feel like we all carry the spirit of Christmas in us…that we each have a little bit of Santa in us.
I don’t know…

I remember when Thing 1 asked me about Santa, she was eleven and in 6th grade.
She asked if I was Santa.
I asked her what she thought.
She said, “I think you’re Santa.”
I told her about Santa being the spirit of Christmas and giving, and love. I explained that I believed so strongly in Santa, the spirit of Santa…but that a fat man in a red suit didn’t bring the presents into this house.
She paused for a moment, and she said, “I’m going to believe in the spirit of Santa too, Mommy. But I know who brings the presents into this house.”
And then we hugged for a long time.
I made her promise not to tell Thing 2 and we went along our way.

The spirit of Christmas is what I love above all else.
I do believe that the world waited for a light to enter? Absolutely!
light
Was that light really a little Jewish baby called Joshua (later mistranslated to Jesus)? I honestly don’t know. But I love the idea that a baby could create that much hope. That much love. That much light.

So, maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with the baby Jesus at all…(though how could it not?)
Maybe the spirit of Christmas really is just love and hope and light.
Maybe the spirit of Christmas is simply the idea of Santa Claus bringing these gifts.
Gifts chosen by someone who loves you so much that they work hard to make sure you have the right thing, beautifully wrapped so you know how much you are loved. So you know how much love and light and hope is in the world because someone loves you.
Anyway…that’s what Christmas is to me…for the most part.

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6 thoughts on “the spirit of Christmas

  1. My parents told me flat out there was no Santa Claus from day one. They bought the presents and wasn’t about to let Santa have the credit lol.

    I’m really not a Christmas person, so for me Christmas is about the presents, hopefully meaningful ones. Not just getting them, but giving as well, and watching people’s reactions. And who can forget the food?

    I am perfectly fine spending the holidays by myself, and have without complaint many times. It’s fun having people around and all, but more often than not, I’m content with spending the holidays home alone.

    • I love learning about the way other people do the holidays, thank you for sharing.
      I’m with you, it’s all about the giving! ❤
      I guess I'm more inclined to be around the ones I love, but the fact that my girls live so far away from me is hard…

      • Well I’m not a parent, so that’s probably a big part of why I’m fine being home alone.

        Happy holidays to you and yours. 🙂

  2. I believe in the idea of Santa Claus as something good, kind, and altruistic in this high pressure dog eat dog modern world. I believe in Christmas as a time for remembering family and friends, and if we are lucky enough, the giving and receiving of presents. I believe in fairy tales as signposts and metaphors of how things perhaps could and should be rather than how they really are. I believe in the baby Jesus, the star, the shepherds, and the three wise men, as a symbol of hope for the future and a recognition that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our scientific philosophies. Mostly I believe that this time of year we should leave aside cynicism, suspend disbelief, and look at Christmas with child-like eyes filled with wonder and happiness.

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