It seems he's everywhere, although he really isn't. Many people only notice him when it gets closer to the end of the year, but he's still around the rest of the time. But really, with just a few small changes to his appearance, I am sure we wouldn't recognize him at all. In fact, we aren't even sure what race he is--maybe he is best classified as "other." Like many people in cold, rural areas, he has a spare tire around the middle and might even be an alcoholic -- the ruddy nose makes you wonder. He rarely leaves the house: it might be agoraphobia, or just that he doesn't have a car. From what I hear, most of the time he is delusional. He sees little people and has auditory, command hallucinations. The voices tell him to do all sorts of things. He hasn't seen the business end of a razor in years. I think PETA is after him since he seems fond of animal skins and fur. When he tries to dress up he looks kind of silly. Not a fashion icon or trendsetter; in a different time he surely would be arrested. Really, he needs an intervention. In my professional opinion I think his heart is good and he loves too much.
Myth or not, Santa Claus is a beloved figure. The mere mention of his name brings visions of sugarplum fairies, presents, and holiday cheer. His image is everywhere, from the commercial mall glitz, to the simple drawings of children. Still, he really isn't a terrific role model. He's definitely agoraphobic, overweight, and can't even drive. Perhaps his red nose comes from an eggnog addiction. And red jacket and pants with white fur -- really? Even Lady Gaga isn't even that bodacious. And let's not forget the little people he's always on about -- I think he needs Abilify. Still, what would the season be without Santa? If we tried to take him out of Christmas, it just wouldn't be the same, especially for children.
But more importantly what would Christmas be without Christ? Oh wait, Christmas is about Christ. He had none of the failings of good 'ole St. Nick, or mysterious little people running around his house. We do have lists for him in our daily prayers, but he doesn't have a magic sleigh full of presents to fulfill our wishes. He too asks us to be good boys and girls and to love one another. He can travel to our hearts and homes with just a thought. But sadly, many of us only think of him a few times a year. Even many church-going Christians only think of him on Sundays. Christ's presents are more everlasting than a candy cane and his presence is always with us.
Every year we have to be reminded of the reason for the season. The reason for the season isn't about fat agoraphobics in a red suit no matter how jolly they are: it's about love. Remember to express yours for your family and friends, and most of all for the One for whom the season is all about.