Have you written your letter to Santa Claus? What about the children in your life? For my first blog post of December I was asked to share a special letter written by one of my sweet residents. In it, she captures the essence of Christmas and offers a glimpse back into days gone by. So grab a cup of hot cocoa and settle into an easy chair and enjoy this precious letter to Saint Nick! This may just become another one of my holiday traditions.
Who are you? Why do you always show up at Christmas celebrations? We don’t see much of you any other time.
As a child, I saw you as the maker of every kind of wonderful toy in the world. Creations from baby dolls and teddy bears, to roller skates, scooters, bicycles and balls of every shape and size.
You kept a complete list on every child reminding you of our every deed, both good and bad. Nothing could make me angry faster than those “smart aleck” kids who claimed you did not exist.
At our house we started a “wish list” early… teaching us not to expect instant gratification, which in some instances allowed us to change our minds! When the winter nights were getting longer we found ourselves glancing out the window if we saw any movement or strange light. We knew it was Santa watching us, making sure we were doing as we should.
We got many gifts, but there were always a few things we didn’t find in our stocking or under the tree. This made us wonder if it was because of something we had done wrong, or if you simply ran out before you got to our house.
It took years and a family of my own for me to realize who you really are and why you were created.
The cookies and milk which have kept you “rotund” all these years taught us to show appreciation to those who gave to us. As children we set them out just before bedtime as our thank you for what we were expecting to receive. Parents were able to help us develop our imaginations and enjoy “make believe”. They could show surprise and help us enjoy some of the new toys and games.
Most of us, through the little birthday parties we would attend, soon realized that we bring gifts so that other kids will bring gifts to our party, if we bring one to theirs. That’s the way the big world works.
Jesus’s birthday is so much different. Jesus’s birth taught us that it is more blessed to give than to receive!
In man’s way of trying to figure out how to accomplish this idea of giving, someone came up with a jolly, round fellow dressed in a red suit trimmed in white fur. He has been given several names including St. Nicholas, Father Christmas and finally Santa Claus. This is the name we have given the “Christmas Spirit”. It’s much more exciting than just calling it a gift from an unknown source.
WE all get the joy when we finally recognize who Santa is and God gets all the glory! I like to think that the idea of Santa always giving gifts without the expectation of a gift in return…is in a small way the essence of Jesus. Isn’t that why we celebrate Christmas…to give God the glory! This is my point of view as a great-grandmother looking up from my rocking chair.
Thank you for sharing your love and our joy!