We don’t “do” Santa at our house.
To my knowledge, he isn’t found anywhere in The Bible, and in our opinion, the guy really takes away from the reason we celebrate Christmas. (It’s because of Jesus, just in case you weren’t following me there.)
We still give each other gifts – we just know who they’re from. And sometimes, we even put up a Christmas tree and bake cookies.
But the whole Santa thing has been a non-issue at our house. Little E isn’t quite two years old; he doesn’t go to school where other kids talk about Santa; and he isn’t quite old enough to even understand the concept of Santa Claus. We treat Santa like any other fictional storybook character.
Then today, I was faced with my first awkward public Santa moment.
My son was flirting, as usual, with a female employee at Kohl’s. She asked him, “Who comes in December?” He looked at her. “Does Santa come?” He looked at her. I explained quickly, pleasantly and with a smile that we simply “don’t really ‘do’ Santa.”
She was slightly surprised and then sheepishly apologetic. Awkward for both of us.
Although the exchange was polite, friendly and quick, it did make me stop and think about the years ahead of us. Going against the grain of culture isn’t always the easy way to go, but sometimes (maybe most times) it’s the right way.
How do you balance our culture and your Christian faith during the Christmas season?