Dear Santa Claus,
You’ll probably be surprised to receive this letter from an adult. You may be even more surprised as you read it to find that the writer is neither a maiden nor a disgruntled bachelor.
I am a young mother. It isn’t, my intention, Santa, to hurt your feelings. You see, my family has paid tribute to you for many past Christmases: my husband and I when we were in our childhood, and now our children who are 6,4 and 2. They still care for you. How much they care has really proved a problem in recent years. It is threatening to happen again this holiday season.
Our children worship you. They speak of you constantly. They watch diligently for your December 25 appearance. Can you tell us Santa, what you have done to deserve this faithfulness from two generations? Can you promise any future consideration in exchange for past loyalties? Doing a family crisis have you ever told us “Lo I am with you always?” Were you ever with us during sorrow to comfort us with these words: “But your sorrow will be turned into Joy?”
And Santa, there have been doubtful times. Where were you? We didn’t hear from you the calming message, “I will never leave you, nor for sake you”.
We have come to the conclusion that you have been even less than a friend should be. And we have been short changed. My three children have stood on a windy, cold Main Street just to get a glimpse of your jolly face. They have a written heartfelt, yearly letters. They have gone to department stores to whisper in your ear. They have worked hard at being good in anticipation of your Christmas Eve visit. Yes, they’ve done all this as a father and I did before them.
But there’s going to be a change this Christmas. There isn’t going to be any Santa Claus worship in our home.
We’ve decided to focus our attention and adoration on another Being-One who is stood by us the other 364 days this past year. One who has comforted us during sorrowful and doubtful times and yes, the times of crisis also. It’s true that’s your name will probably be mentioned in the around our house, Santa. Old habits are hard to break abruptly. But Someone else’s name will be mentioned more often. The children will probably work just as hard at being good. But I hope they will do it for another inducement-one that will last the whole year long to bring glory to Another’s name. That other One who has given us so much more and not just on Christmas Eve. Jesus is His name.
You may call our family fickle, Santa, but we won’t mind. This December 25 and all through 2024 we want a Comforter, a Healer, a strengthening King. We don’t want a myth any longer.
You see, our Christmas thoughts will revolve around a manger and a tiny babe wrapped in
swaddling clothes. We’ve talked it over. This year we’ve decided to give tribute, honor and worship to someone who really deserves them-to the true giver, Jesus Christ our God and Savior.
Farewell,
A young mother
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