When my son-in-law walked in dressed as Santa, he could have just as easily been a burglar, as the dogs and kids didn’t react with joy or merriment. For a moment I thought a horror flick had been turned on the TV, with all the growling and terrified looks.

When my son-in-law walked in dressed as Santa, he could have just as easily been a burglar, as the dogs and kids didn’t react with joy or merriment. For a moment I thought a horror flick had been turned on the TV, with all the growling and terrified looks.

During our family Christmas party last weekend, I convinced my son-in-law to dress up in a Santa suit and surprise everyone. It most definitely had the surprise effect, but not what I was hoping for. Eventually the dogs backed off after they smelled through his disguise, although the kids were still clinging to their parents as though Santa, the guy they have been waiting for, was actually the Grinch who was threatening to steal Christmas.

Unless we sat the parents on Santa’s lap, along with the kids, I knew right away there would be no photo opportunities, besides, I could see my son-in-law was already beginning to sweat through the massive amount of fake hair surrounding his face.

Presents were passed out and Santa said his farewells and as soon as he left the room the kids turned back into excited little elves wanting to see Santa again. The question was asked if that was really Santa, and the first-grader answered.

“Everyone knows that Santa has magic powers and you won’t ever see the real one, that was one of his official helpers.”

The other kids bought into her theory, while the son-in-law sneaked back into the room, looking like he had just run a marathon and relieved his tour of Santa was over.

Being able to believe in someone who many say doesn’t exist takes faith. That feeling that only you can have, deep in your heart, to know that it’s true. Santa Claus isn’t the only one who has the reputation of not being real.

I wonder what Christ thinks about his birthday celebration which has gone from Merry Christmas to just happy holidays. From families gathering to celebrate to give thanks to God for sending his Son so we could be saved, to a day that has lost its luster because so many have chosen not to believe.

I wonder what Christ thinks of having to take a back seat more times than not in my own life. I’m stingy with the wheel and insist on my own way while getting caught up in everyday life and forgetting to pray or to give thanks, although I’m always good for a prayer when things aren’t going the right way. Eventually, I will feel the tug and ask him for forgiveness and then get to start all over again. Believing in the reason for this season of Christmas gives me hope, as I know my sins are forgiven.

I may not believe in Santa Claus but that’s OK because the guy I have my faith in showers me with presents every day and in every way. His magic is in life itself and I hope he considers me one of his official helpers.

Merry Christmas.