Should Santa Evolve?

Happy Holidays. But what should that really mean?

Happy holidays. Given the sledgehammer to the nether region the year 2020 has been, I understand the cynicism. No, this won’t take long.

I just had a strange and wonderful thought.

Yes, I have lots of those but this one was special.

I don’t internally celebrate Christmas. This was not the strange thought. This is more of a confession. I never liked the way it was perverted into a reason and target to go shopping by. I am not particularly religious, so it hasn’t a lot of significance for me there, either. Neither the Baby Jesus, amazing ever-burning candles, or the forward-thinking, socio-political event punctuated with meaningful and thoughtful aspirations called Kwanzaa ever quite hit the mark. Though I admire the hell out of Kwanzaa for making me think differently.

Yes, I am going somewhere with this. Bear with me. Weird as it is, Santa was the sweet spot for me as pseudo-religious, man-made holidays went. You could still move me with conversation about Santa until I was about nine or ten and had to help my mother prepare Christmas for my younger siblings.

Oh SHIT! Santa wasn’t real? Are you kidding me? Of course he’s real. WE wrote him letters and put them in the MAILBOX, the most official box…