Do you believe in Santa Claus? It seems that it is still a question that is posed to people of different ages. At what age did you stop believing in Santa Claus? "Yes, Virginia. There is a Santa Claus". Perhaps, it is this latter reply, or explanation, that was published on September 21, 1897 that is the closest at heart to what I believe. Yes, I do believe in Santa Claus and I have never stopped believing in Santa Claus. Even during moments in history when it is extraordinarily difficult to believe, I do believe.
But much of the examination of, and the full disclosure for, this reply is based on the definition. Is Santa Claus a pudgy old white male with snow white beard and hair? (I fear I might qualify for this -- especially the pudgy part -- in December some children do look twice at me.) Certainly, there are more and more pudgy (or pillow-stuffed) men whose skin is closer to the color of chocolate or ebony who don the traditional apparel and strive to bring joy to children of all ages. I see no reason why the gender and age should matter much. In "Miracle on 34th Street", Alfred, the younger man who helps Santa and dons his own suit, is certainly not of the old man variety. There is still an "icy ceiling" that shifts women over to the role of Mrs. Claus -- but also some that break through that barrier and represent Santa at their jolliest.
Now, alas, that doesn't mean that everyone accepts every variant of Santa Claus as the one that meets the needs of their heart. And that's fine as long as all of the other incarnations of Santa are free to bring joy to the hearts of others.
As for me, I love them all -- I love their purpose of bringing joy to all. I enthusiastically accept that the spirit of Santa Claus has a place while being very aware of the religious foundations of the holiday. In spite of the commercials that bombard us and the banners that assault us in vast numbers, I believe in the simple joy and generosity of Santa. A homemade card and an eraser and paper clip doll can bring the brightest smile if it is done with caring and to someone still open to that emotion. Sometimes, it only needs a smile and a cup of soup.
So, to all and everyone ("God bless them everyone" sayeth Tiny Tim) -- Ho, ho, ho and may the day be one of many joyous memories to sustain one through more difficult times.
