Santa Claus and Jesus Christ
The Man in Red I was in fourth grade when someone broke the news to me. We were at lunch. The girl sitting in front of me was drinking from an "Aqua Pod," one of those wonky grenade shaped water-bottles. Rumor had it that she didn't believe in Santa Claus anymore. Scandalous. I thought she was crazy! Some bumptious skeptic trying to draw attention to herself. But her doubt was enough to plant the seeds of doubt in me. I couldn't help but wonder: is this all too good to be true? A jolly man dressed in red flying around the world with reindeer, eating buckets full of cookies, giving coal to bad little girls and boys. Say it ain't so... I use to love the mystery that surrounded Santa Claus. But my faith in Santa Claus quickly moved from doubting his presence, to utterly denying his existence. He isn't real. The chimney-man had been snuffed. In hindsight, there's something quite troubling about the "Santa-myth." The capacity for faith and beli