I’m not trying to ruin Santa. I don’t like the lying, but I do think there’s a sort of magic that it creates for kids. No, what I really want is to ruin this notion of consumerism that we pass through generations.
Do we not already have enough? Why at the end of the year do we “need” more? But it’s not adults asking these questions to adults. It’s adults asking these questions to kids, especially kids who are not ours. And thus we continue the cycle.
Someone asks a poor kid, “What did Santa bring you?” and shame the kid never knew he had rises to the surface. And so it begins. The kid feels bad because he thinks he must’ve been naughty; and the parent feels horrible for choosing to pay the $500 electric bill in their 800 sq ft apartment, and making a choice of heat over toys.
Next year, mom gets a credit card and goes all out.
And the year after that, the kid expects it. And that entire year, mom tries to pay off that credit card. She picks up a second job just to get Christmas money. And now she’s seeing him even less, all for the sake of not being excluded from a bloated consumer culture that happens one day a year. It costs more to fit in.
So why don’t they just do things differently? She’d love to, but there will always be the stranger who asks your kid what they got for Christmas. And your heart will break every time, because you couldn’t get Jimmy the transformer that he wanted, you could only get him a teddy bear.
Christmas needs to change on a cultural level to truly be fair to all the innocent children. Because that’s who’s hurting most from this: children. Children thinking they’re not good enough for Santa’s gifts, feeling left out, looked over, naughty, rejected, etc., etc., etc. No child should feel that way.
Imagine a kid who is painfully behaved every year, just to see what Santa will bring. And then they get nothing. How do you think that would affect their psyche, their relationship with reality? “Am I real?,” they might think.
Unfortunately, it seems to be going in the other direction with kids getting even more lavish gifts. And why? Many of those gifts will end up stuffed in the top right corner of their closet or buried under their beds within a few months. So is the spending more for the parents? Is it more about their status? And perhaps that’s why they like to ask other little kids what they got for Christmas: so they can know they’re a better parent than that kid’s parent.
This is speculation of course. Soft science. Possibly subconscious on some levels. And, unfortunately, this capitalistic culture fuels it. Of course businesses want a good Q4!
Perhaps the real solution is for impoverished parents to tell their kids the truth. Tell them that Santa is an idea more than a real person. Tell them there is no naughty or nice list; we’re all just humans trying to do the best we can. And that’s what we want for our kids: do the best you can; treat others how you want to be treated; think about how you might feel in the same situation. Remind Jimmy that the rich kids are sad, too, because many of them are raised by “the help” and barely see their parents. His little heart will grow bigger and more empathetic. And years later he’ll realize how special that family tradition Christmas morning breakfast with his mom was during his childhood. He might not remember a single gift, but he’ll remember that. And he’ll look around at all his friends losing their hair over debt, and he’ll feel content. He’ll appreciate what he has today, instead of striving for what everyone else has for an un-guaranteed tomorrow.
P.S. If you or your kid is a born psychopath, this won’t help.
P.P.S. I know some people will say something to the effect of, “But my love language is giving gifts!” To that I say, “Then why wait to gift at Christmas? Just do it when you feel it.”