I am sorry,but there is an oh so sensible reason why little children are afraid of Santa Claus. Plop me down on a strange old man's lap who has long white hair and a long white beard and believe you me I would throw down and have the closest viable weapon at his throat. Who has a long white beard and long white hair in the 21st century? Some White Supremacist fresh off the mountain looking to buy supplies for the suspicious black sack over his shoulder? It is just weird to expect us to accept as socially normal that a person small or large should sit on some strange old man's lap. Who the heck invented this celebration of Jesus' birth? Why do we perpetuate it,other than it is fun to see the babies cry. It is a bit reminiscent of the Baal worshipers placing their children in the red hot arms of the idol as an offering to their god.
Do I come across as jaded? Grinchy?
Oh yeah, I know the history of Saint Nicholas of Potara,Turkey. He was good, gave to the poor, became a bishop who was imprisoned by Diocletian in the 3rd century,was at the council of Nicaea. Yada yada yada. He died December 6 and we celebrate his Sainthood by giving stuff. Hello? Knock knock. You in there Jesus? Not so much so it steps on Saint Nicholas' trip? Then the New York Dutch tarted Saint Nicholas or Sinte Klaas up even more,and so Voila! We have the present day Sandy Claws. Hey, I can tart him up too. Its up for grabs the way I see it.
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Oh, Snap. You better not ruin Sandy Claus for zozo.
PS. If nono is Moonbeam, (by the by, what is she, a My Little Pony?)what's my name? The opposite of Moonbeam, whatever that is, because not only can you ALWAYS get a hold of me, but you also can't get rid of me. Ponder that.
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