Yeah, you heard me.
You can call me "Scrooge", but I'm to the point where Santa can go suck it.
You see this sweet letter from my son? Yee-ah. Santa's the hero, here, and he hasn't lifted a finger to find a good price on that Simpson's game, go to Walmart at 12:00, freeze his buns off, fight a crowd, online shop, go to the store 4 times for various items, drop $400 on the whole fam dam,
wrap everything from snow boots to underwear,
night. After night. After gosh dang night. Stashing them here, there and EVERYwhere.
Are you seeing what I'm saying? All this work? Out of the love I have for my children? And the appreciation goes wherez-ats?
Not here, man.
See, I also have this thing about Santa and this whole, relatively new "Believe" thing that's going around. I think it's cute on signs 'n stuff; don't get me wrong-- and "Polar Express" is a totally rockin' movie with an excellent soundtrack by the by.
BUT, as a religious gal, I just have to ask:
Is "Believe" in reference to believing in Christ? The Savior? His birth? If it is, I love it. I'm totally on board.
If "Believe" is in reference to Santa, well then, I'm confused. See, I hate to spill the beans and everything, but, um. . .
(insert child-spoiler here)
So, I'm sorry, my brain works slowly. Let me try and work this thing out in my head:
-As religious people, we teach our children to have faith in what they cannot see.
-We want our kids to trust us.
-We teach them about honesty.
-So then we go to huge, extreme lengths to lie to them, and tell them to "BELIEVE!" in something that, in actuality, isn't true.
I think that all qualifies as a "Mixed Message", no?
Just sayin'. And I'm sorta kidding.
But only sorta.