I have a problem with Santa Claus. He’s part feel-good
legend, part commercial salesman, and all lie, and we all play along. I never
saw the point of Santa, but maybe that’s because I’m some kind of horrible
soulless Grinch that doesn’t enjoy lying to children. Regardless, Santa Claus
is culturally pervasive to the point of international, inter generational
obsession with a commercial presence surpassing George Foreman and Billy Mays
combined and a staying power topped only by world religions, despite the fact
that Santa as we understand him does not now and never did actually exist. He
sells Coca-Cola and diamond necklaces and Norelco razors. We wear Santa clothes
and watch Santa movies and write on Santa stationary, singing Santa songs. He’s
featured on everything from Broadway shows to Pez dispensers and of course, if
you have kids the annual Santa Claus photo op is irresistible which is really
weird when you think about it. I’m pretty sure most parents discourage their
kids from sitting in stranger’s laps unless
they are rocking pillows underneath red velour.
The whole situation appears suspect, but kids will go along
with it not because they are dumb, but because they are naïve. No matter what
age, people measure everything we experience against everything else that we
have experienced all of the time. As new information trickles down through our
neurons we unconsciously determine whether that information is consistent with
what we have come to expect, or if it is different enough that we can note it
and act upon it. Kids, however, do not have a fraction of the information cataloged that adults do. They think just as much as adults, but they are not
yet able to determine whether the new information is a deviation or the norm. Since
they have such a narrow scope of life experience they will tend to believe you
no matter what kinds of ridiculous things you say. Giant lizards the size of
busses and houses used to run around eating each other? That’s awesome, why
not? The world is round so people on the opposite side are upside down or wait
a minute, maybe we are the ones who
are upside down? That’s awesome, why not!? There’s a diabetic elf who lives in
the North Pole and travels via flying reindeer on Christmas Eve to deliver
presents to all well behaved children? That’s awesome! Why not!?! This is why
kids believe in stupid things like Santa and the Easter Bunny; it’s the same
reason that they believe in other magical beings like the President or Justin
Bieber. There are pictures of Santa everywhere, he hangs out at the mall, and
the real lynchpin is that Mommy said he was the real deal and why would she
lie? Fast forward to the time when the kid finally has enough information about
the real world to determine that Santa must be, has to be, a load of crock. Otherwise a whole lot of other things
don’t make sense, and the easiest way to make the world consistent is to reject
the fat elf theory and adopt a new hypothesis; “I have been lied to.” Now the
kid has to reconcile, whether consciously or subconsciously, the lie in light
of their parents’ direct orders not to lie.
Kids are not stupid. The epiphany that they have been lied to
will not break their fragile little brains, but they will learn several things.
First, they will learn that Mommy and Daddy are no longer completely
trustworthy. Most of the time they are, but they have pulled my leg before and
maybe they will do it again. Second, they learn that there are exceptions to
the rule about lying. The kid’s brain starts to work overtime figuring out why
this lie was ok, but the others aren’t. Is it a special exception in cases of
magical creatures that break into our houses and win our trust by offering
presents and/or giant rabbits that crap out candy eggs? Or does the acceptable
lie have a broader justification, permitted only when it is deemed “harmless?”
What constitutes “harmless?” Is it just physical harm? What about material harm
or psychological harm? These are not questions that they are going to ask out
loud because half the time they don’t know that they are asking them, and the
other half they are trying so hard to appear grown up and convince you that
they already know, so they are trying to figure it out on their own.
Maybe I’m being a little too dramatic. Smarter people than
me have addressed this issue, and research has indicated that childhood belief
in Santa is not detrimental. Instead, discovery of his non existence is a rite
of passage that makes youngsters feel more like adults when they are in the
know. Only six percent of the kids studied felt betrayed, and when you think
about it, when it comes to sacrificing the innocence of children on the altar
of traditional nostalgia, six percent is more than reasonable. Unless, of
course, adults aren’t the only liars in this ugly situation. It is possible
that the children surveyed were lying to the adults, but why would they do
that?
Children are like little prisoners with their parents as
wardens. Seriously, kids are not allowed to go anywhere or do anything without
their handlers being close by, ensuring that they don’t eat bugs or poke out
eyeballs (theirs own or someone elses') or build a bomb out of fertilizer and
household cleaning products. Everything they do is either permitted or mandated
by Mommy, Daddy, or a State approved educational instructor. No, you can’t have
ice cream and a brownie, pick one,
you’re lucky you get either. No, we’re drawing hand turkeys, not samurai yetis.
No you can’t play video games, you have to play outside, or read a book, or
take a nap. Get over here right now and get dressed, we need to go to your
older sibling’s play. Stand there and be quiet, keep your hands to yourself, ok
you can be a dinosaur as long as you are a quiet
one. Stand still, I’m trying to take your picture! Get your finger out of your
nose, hold still, now hug your creepy
uncle Harvey, he misses you. What are you doing, stop bouncing! Eat your peas,
stand up straight, some other time honey, you’re still too little for that. Are
you beginning to remember how difficult this was to put up with? As little
prisoners they quickly learn to read the nonverbal signals of their wardens,
and indeed, all adults. Their happiness depends on it, because if they haven’t
properly interpreted the mood of their parent and ask to sleep over at the
Mitchells’ when Mom was grumpy she’ll say no and then they can’t go, whereas if
they had waited an hour or so Mom may have been in a more genial disposition
and said yes. Smart kids learn to read adults, and are also inclined to earn
their approval. Therefore, when the nice research person asks them if they feel
betrayed and lied to upon the discovery that there is no Santa, they are
intensely scrutinizing that adult’s face and tone and body language,
instinctually interpreting all to determine what that researcher wants to hear.
If the kid believes that the researcher wants to hear something specific, they
will provide that answer. “Do you feel betrayed?” can be interpreted as, “You
don’t feel betrayed, do you?” Even if
the researcher asks “How do you feel?” the kid is going to be thinking, “What
does this adult think I should be feeling right now? Because they are an adult,
and whatever they think I should feel, that’s probably what I should feel. If I’m
not feeling what she wants me to feel she will be disappointed, and then Mommy
will be disappointed. I’m not going to disappoint them. Even if I really feel
one thing, I’m going to act like I feel the way I am supposed to.”
All of this answers why kids go along with the myth, even
after they learn that Santa Claus is
a myth, but it doesn’t explain why we keep him around. Beyond corporations
using him as an unpaid yet credible spokesman for product endorsement, I really
can’t see a good reason. Tradition is a reason, but doing something just for
tradition’s sake, especially lying to children, is a terrible idea. We have to
understand why the tradition exists. Maybe some people do it because it’s
funny, but getting away with lying to a kid is like making a Lindsay Lohan
joke; it’s too easy to be truly funny. Maybe we do it for behavior coercion,
but telling kids that Santa only gives gifts to good children and coal to bad
ones works for maybe one year, maybe.
The day junior discovers that little Scottie Schmidt who is such a poop head got more and better presents than he did, the game is up.
They quickly understand that Santas' version of “naughty” must only register
when you do something really crazy like steal a bajillion dollars and “nice”
means “didn’t set the dog on fire.” Personally, I think that the real reason we
keep Santa alive is found in our own inadequacies.
The ultimate nostalgic fantasy is to go to sleep on a dull,
brown Christmas Eve, and to wake up to a brilliant white Christmas day surrounded
by everyone you love the most, laughing and playing together in blissful,
perfect harmony. No capriciousness, no avarice, no hurtful words or
selfishness, Christmas is a day where love supersedes disappointment and
bitterness. Faced with explaining why we can’t treat one another like this
every day, it’s easier to give Santa Claus the credit.
There’s a problem with Santa and the magic of Christmastime;
it ends. Department stores box up the decorations, the background crooning of Bing
Crosby and Louis Armstrong get replaced by Nickleback and John Mayer, and the Salvation
Army pack in their kettles and bells for another eleven months. We go back to
the old routine which is only practical. We can’t afford to travel across half
the country to see Grandma and Grandpa every month, with or without presents
and besides, it wouldn’t be special if we did it all the time. There are other
things about Christmas that we could stand to keep all year round, though. If
we all do our part to promote peace on earth every day we won’t have to use
Santa as a crutch when we do it in December. Christmas won’t be quite so different
from other days, so it won’t seem quite so magical, but that, I think, would be
a change for the better.
