Why I believe in Santa Claus

A few years ago, I was watching The Polar Express because I had never seen it before. I’m not going to give a synopsis of the movie, but during the story, the main boy is given a bell from Santa’s sleigh that can only be heard by someone who believes. Sadly, the boy misplaces the bell, but it then shows up under his tree from Santa. As he rings the bell, he and his sister can hear it- but his parents can’t. As the movie comes to an end, the voiceover (the older version of the boy) says that slowly, through the years, his friends couldn’t hear the bell, and then his sister- even though he always could. They stopped believing.

Before I continue with my point, I have to say that everyone should see this movie, or at least read the picture book.

The ending of this movie had a powerful effect on me. It made me realize that I still believe in Santa Claus.

I feel like I need to backtrack a bit. Growing up, we believed that Santa Claus was real- same with the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I legitimately believed these beings were real. For the most part this was great. There was one time during Easter that I got freaked out because we were sleeping over at my grandparent’s house and I couldn’t fall asleep because I thought the Easter Bunny was a giant bunny, and that it would attack us since we were sleeping in the same area as the baskets. {Some would say I had an overactive imagination.}

But overall, the belief in things that didn’t exist didn’t harm me. Eventually I learned that they weren’t real and I don’t remember feeling betrayed or even super disappointed. It was still fun because we still got presents from Santa, and the Easter Bunny still hid the eggs we’d dyed earlier in the week. We also knew who St. Nicholas was. How his life spurred who we now know as Santa. {Fun fact though: Santa wears a red suit because of Coca Cola. They used Santa for advertising and that’s why his suit is the same color as their labeling.}

Before watching The Polar Express, I would have said that Santa isn’t real. And I don’t mean that there is an actual fat man who rides in a flying sleigh pulled by magical reindeer- one with a nose condition- who jumps down chimneys to deliver presents. No. That Santa doesn’t exist. I don’t believe in a literal Santa, but a figurative one.

Santa is a symbol. He’s a symbol of giving unconditionally. Of seeing a need and fulfilling it with the sole purpose of bringing joy to someone’s life. It’s about believing the best in people. It’s about believing that there’s more to this world than what meets the eye. Santa sounds like a symbol for someone else we celebrate during this season too.

For some reason, it seems that Christians are afraid of Santa. I just read this post, by a fairly prominent radio host/blogger that would defend that statement. I will let you read that on your own time, and I’m not disagreeing that many people put more focus on Santa than Jesus, but I think it’s going overboard to say that we need to get rid of Santa.

I, personally, am not afraid of something that isn’t real… anymore {I am not afraid of the Easter Bunny anymore}.

While my family would partake in the tradition of Santa Claus, the true reason of the Christmas celebration was not lost on us. My parents did an amazing job of teaching us about Jesus and the beautiful story of his birth and the greatest gift that God ever gave mankind. Jesus’ birth is still my favorite story. He came to Earth to die for us. God loved us so unconditionally, that the coming of Christ’s birth is mentioned as early as Genesis. None of us deserve that gift, but God did it anyways to bring us joy and hope… this sounds a little familiar, doesn’t it?

Maybe God is Santa Claus… {please notice that I put God first and that I don’t think that God is a fat man in a red suit. I have a feeling that bah-humbugs can easily get up-in-arms about that statement… I don’t actually think that God is Santa Claus… I should probably re-write that statement, but I hope that you are all intelligent people.}

Santa, or St. Nicholas, is another parable of sorts that once again leads back to the greatest love story in existence. It reminds me of the claymation classic, “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town.” When Kris Kringle realizes that there are just too many kids to keep up with the demand and he decides that he’ll only make the trip once a year. The narrator states that it was no question as to what night to choose, the holiest night, the “Night of Profound Love.”

I choose to believe is Santa because he is a beautiful story. He is another example of the love that God has for us, that he would give us a gift with no strings attached.

Plus, I LOVE singing Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer… and no one will take that from me.


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