Most of us remember when one of our classmates declared that Santa wasn’t real. Some of us ay recall the famous Dear Virginia editorial response published in the New York Sun in 1897. Even though, I’m old, and even though I’m currently living through the most turbulent, hateful times I find deplorable, I still believe in Santa.
Santa Claus is a spirit, who resides within most of us. When we were children, he miraculously answered our letters on Christmas morning. In most cases. I didn’t get a pony, but a got a Schwinn bike. I didn’t receive a drum set, but I got a guitar. Surprisingly, I was never disappointed. I was happy with all my gifts–except the underwear.
As I aged, my experience led me to a greater understanding of Santa. A mythical figure, who lived in a dreadful climate, who urged children to be good, who fulfilled wishes, for what? A plate of cookies and a glass of milk? Doubtful. Santa Claus , St. Nicholas, Father Christmas, or whatever your moniker, came to teach.
His lesson embodied the Golden Rule–do unto to others. But Santa tweaked it a tad. Do unto others with anonymity. For me, there’s no greater joy than giving without acknowledgement, nor accolade. And yes, there are a myriad of ways to get a tax deduction without revealing or bragging. Trust me, I know.
Inside of each of us is Santa Claus. In times of disasters, strangers help others; sometimes risking their own safety to render assistance. With the holiday season fast-approaching, I urge you to accept the Santa Claus challenge. Do something for someone anonymously. You’ll be surprised by the joy you receive. I double-dog dare you.