Thursday, November 7, 2013
A little buddy of mine asked his mother the other day, “Momma is Santa Claus real?” Now he's about six or seven, and to me that should be the time in his life that the joy of Santa should be in full bloom, not questioning the validity of his existence. I got to asking my self, why would a child of that age even start thinking that way, have we failed him somehow? Have we as grown ups somehow started to rob our children of the magic we enjoyed as children? Have we as adults, when Christmas finally gets here, gotten to the point where we are just glad it's finally over with? If I had to answer that question I'd have to say it's the truth.
We just might not want to admit it though. Somehow with our wanting to recapture the magic of our youth we have almost made our kids immune to it. Three months of Christmas cheer is a bit much for a six-year-old. Here it was before Halloween and folks were already talking about Santa Claus coming, and all they wanted to do was dress up as Sponge Bob Square Pants and go trick or treating. You think I'm exaggerating, in the middle of October on FaceBook they were already wanting me to sign up for notifications of what movies were going to be on the 25 Days of Christmas on ABC Family Channel. Halloween hadn't even made it here yet!
But some people want to start it even before that. This summer I was riding around and I heard Christmas music playing on the radio. Seems like for some radio promo they decided to play Christmas music for a week, just to get you in the spirit or something, I never really figured that one out. My only question was the spirit of what, the middle of a heat wave. Playing “Dashing through the Snow” when sweat is running down my back isn't really going to cool me off much.
Now I know they have always hinted at Christmas time in the stores way before it got here. Face it folks we all have to use lay a way, Mom and Dad did too. I remember going in to a store and after a little while Dad would take us to the car, and that buggy load Momma had when we were in the store, never making it to the car. But we were little enough to forget what we had seen in it. But if we had seen an elf looking down on us from the top of the shelf, we could have put two and two together long before we should have been able to add. Our kids aren't really that much smarter than we were, but they sure have a lot more visual aids than we ever had!
I guess what I'm saying is, do we really need Christmas movies coming on the first of November? Yeah I love them too, even the lovey-dovey ones. But how about a couple Thanksgiving ones too? In the rush for Christmas, kids are getting to think Thanksgiving is just another day grownups are throwing in their way to drag out Santa coming. Let's get Thursday out the way to we can go shopping on Black Friday so I can show you what I want Santa to bring me! Sound familiar?
Christmas lights in October, trees up before Thanksgiving, Christmas music playing the first of November, no wonder the kids are burnt out when Santa finally gets here. I know I could complain till my face turns blue and nothing would change. In this modern world, if you think about it, all we want is faster, faster, and faster. Faster cars, faster computers, faster everything, but do we really want our kids to grow up faster too? I remember the night the mystery of Santa finally became reality, and to be honest, it was one of the saddest days of my young life. Maybe that's why I struggle to regain it as an adult, because life was so much simpler back then. But then again, isn't that what we're all really doing?
Yes Sully, there is a Santa Claus, and don't let anybody ever tell you different. And if nothing else:
Tell them Mr. Robbin said so, and you saw it in the paper.
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