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Some say that Santa Claus is innocent childhood fun, others say it detracts from the true meaning of Christmas. Thoughts?
S-a-i-n-t N-i-c-h-o-l-a-s points directly to Christmas.Some say that Santa Clause is innocent childhood fun, others say it detracts from the true meaning of Christmas. Thoughts?
My mother, when confronted with Santa Claus, always replied “St. Nicholas does not have reindeer or live at the North Pole”S-a-i-n-t N-i-c-h-o-l-a-s points directly to Christmas.
I shall second you opinion about how I perceive “other people” and the media celebrating.I can’t stand what Christmas has become, instead of deep meaningful appreciation for Jesus, it has become (for the majority of our culture) a gluttonous consuming bonanza.
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In short, If things are done right with the proper spirit we should be able to have all of the Sacred Traditions and the Secular Trappings of Christmas… as a witness to the world - In a language that they can understand.‘What else can I be,’ returned the uncle, ‘when I live in such a world of fools as this? Merry Christmas! Out upon merry Christmas. What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books and having every item in them through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will,’ said Scrooge indignantly,‘every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!’
‘Uncle!’ pleaded the nephew.
‘Nephew!’ returned the uncle, sternly, ‘keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.’
‘Keep it!’ repeated Scrooge’s nephew. ‘But you don’t keep it.’
‘Let me leave it alone, then,’ said Scrooge. ‘Much good may it do you! Much good it has ever done you!’
‘There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,’ returned the nephew. ‘Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that- as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!’
I agree with you, although I think that problem isn’t just limited to Christmas. One way I deal with the larger problem is that I only buy my kids toys for Christmas and birthdays, that way getting something new is actually something special.I can’t stand what Christmas has become, instead of deep meaningful appreciation for Jesus, it has become (for the majority of our culture) a gluttonous consuming bonanza.
Kids make lists of hundreds of dollars worth of overpriced junk that we as parents foolishly buy. Then tell them some absurd story of Santa Claus flying around giving toys out to good boys and girls with flying reigndeer etc…(this has nothing to do with Christ IMO at all)
I love Christmas season, however I love the season itself, the celebration of Christmas with family, attending Church etc… Blowing $1,000’s on useless gifts albeit well marketed gifts, and lying to my children about Santa Claus I can do without.
The thing that always troubled me most was learning that the common “Santa” image was created by Coca Cola.We didn’t want our children to think that we lied to them, so we always told them that Santa Claus was a nice story…but just a story, not real. We also told them that the story was based on a real saint…Saint Nicolas.
That is what we told our children. Santa is harmless…it’s a good segway into Saint Nicholas as they get older.We didn’t want our children to think that we lied to them, so we always told them that Santa Claus was a nice story…but just a story, not real. We also told them that the story was based on a real saint…Saint Nicolas.
Actually I could use some explanation of that. How does a fat, jolly man in a red suit who has magic woodland creatures flying him around the world serve as a good segway into a kind Bishop who helped people?That is what we told our children. Santa is harmless…it’s a good segway into Saint Nicholas as they get older.
When you are speaking to a 5 yr old, St. Nicholas may come across as a dry history lesson. However, since toddlerhood, most kids stories are of the fanciful, fairytale type…so giving up the fantasy won’t be easy on a child of this age. Now, when this child gets into catechism and starts learning about the saints…St. Nicholas is bound to come up. He/she will then realize that Santa is story, and St. Nicholas was very real.Actually I could use some explanation of that. How does a fat, jolly man in a red suit who has magic woodland creatures flying him around the world serve as a good segway into a kind Bishop who helped people?
So by your logic, we shouldn’t teach young kids about Jesus since he might come across as a “dry history lesson,” perhaps we should invent a character to serve as a segway into Jesus. I recommend Superman, he does have many of the same qualities exhibited by Jesus afterall but he’s way more FUN for kids!When you are speaking to a 5 yr old, St. Nicholas may come across as a dry history lesson. However, since toddlerhood, most kids stories are of the fanciful, fairytale type…so giving up the fantasy won’t be easy on a child of this age. Now, when this child gets into catechism and starts learning about the saints…St. Nicholas is bound to come up. He/she will then realize that Santa is story, and St. Nicholas was very real.
Don’t be a spoiled sport. My daughter’s fiancee is on your line of thinking. He doesn’t even want a Christmas tree. Geez louise…get a grip. I got over Santa by the time I was 9, and rec’d no emotional scars from it.