I learned one very important lesson in Kindergarten I will never forget: one sure-fire way to make little people hate you is to tell them what they should believe about Santa. Yes, I was that kid. I told my fellow classmates that Santa wasn’t real. I thought I was being kind and compassionate by telling them the truth, only sparing them of future heartache, but they threw their crayons at me (the five-year-old version of “stoning”). I learned the hard way that by smashing the dreams of others, one can not win popularity contests, gain a hearing, or earn the right to influence others—even if that person is right.
As an adult, I've watched my grown-up peers have more civilized fights about the man in the red suit vs. the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. My big friends don’t throw crayons; they throw defenses, justifications, dirty looks, clenched jaws, and….Bible verses.
Sing it with me: In the air…there’s... a feeling….. of tension.
I sit back in amusement during these (fights?) (debates?) disagreements, unwilling to express my opinion because what I learned over 25 years ago applies today: one sure-fire way to make big people hate you is to tell them how they should “do” Santa in their own household. One can not win popularity contests, gain a hearing, or earn the right to influence others by smashing a parent’s fun—even if that person is “right”.
I am willing for people to hate me over certain issues, how a parent practices Santa in front of their children is not worth being de-friended or getting hate-mail. I do, however, believe the “truth” about Santa must be taught: