I think every kid and adult has some sort of Santa Clause story that really sticks in the forefront of there minds. Mine is still as clear in memory as the day it happened.
My parents decided that Santa Clause would not have a place in our house, which Aaron and I heartily agree. My mom always told us, if I lie to you about Santa Clause, how will you know that I'm telling you the truth about Jesus. She also didn't want to fill out heads with a story only to break our hearts later. So, she very lovingly told us that Santa Clause was a man who lived long ago and gave presents to poor children. She was clear to tell us that the jolly old elf who manages to squeeze down chimneys did not exist. So, from a young age, I knew that the American Santa Clause was a myth and Jesus was and is completely real and alive.
One Christmas when my brother was 3 and I was 7, we went with my dad on a job site. You see, my dad fixed computers on the side. The family that owned the business was very into Santa Clause and, like most adults around this time of year, they assumed we were too. Well, with huge smiles on their faces they asked Jamie, my brother, and I the question... "What is Santa Clause bringing you for Christmas?" Well, my brother and I were not fools and we knew very well what the truth was. Without skipping a beat we both said, quite confidently, "Santa Clause is dead!"
So, that has remained the family Santa story. And yes, Santa Clause is dead, but my Jesus is alive and well and living in my heart. God Bless and Merry Christmas dear readers.
Here is a rather humorous picture to go with the story....