Around this time of year we like to reflect back on our favorite Christmas memories. I have so many good memories of Christmas. Even the years where things were grim or we were troubled, we somehow were able to find some comfort and joy in Christmas. We didn't always have money, but we were never forgotten. I remember some dark Christmases, when the death of a loved one left me feeling numb. I remember several times where people left anonymous gifts, or even money, for us. We had good friends and support every Christmas.
I love thinking back on the good times and the hard, not what about the not-so-wholesome experiences? Today I want to share what is probably the most ...unpleasant Christmas memory I have. Don't worry, it's not too heavy.
It was the year when someone took away the magic of Santa Claus.
(Disclaimer- This is from my perspective as a child, and it's an old memory. Sorry if you were there and I misread your feelings. Please let me know how you remember it!)
I don't remember exactly how old I was, but I think I was somewhere between 5 and 8? We were hosting a Christmas party at our house with my dad's side of the family. My cousins were there. In all there were seven or eight children, no older than 10. I loved seeing my cousins and longed to be closer to them. This was one of the special times we had to get to know each other.
I remember the whole family laughing and talking, just enjoying our time together. It really was great to have them at my own house. Then suddenly we heard the sound of jingle bells outside. Naturally, we (the children) became excited. I was also a little confused. It wasn't Christmas yet. How could this be? Santa wouldn't come to our house before Christmas... would he?
Soon my parents announced that we had a special visitor, and in walked a jolly man in a red suit. We were so excited. We took turns, and one by one, we got to talk with Santa. This is where things started getting off. On each turn, he mentioned one way the child was good, and one thing the child could try harder at. A good idea, right? ...except these things were disproportionate. For nearly every child, he said some minor thing they were good at, and then announced to the whole company their negative item. He exaggerated the bad, and casually threw the good into the wind. Not only that; his information was pretty inaccurate. He didn't know what happened when there were no adults around. He didn't seem to know or care about the pain and struggles many of these children had experienced. Wasn't Santa supposed to at least partly know about those things?
I was one of the lucky ones. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I remember the jist of it. It went something like this...
"Krista, I've heard that you try to be a peacemaker with your siblings. BUT you don't listen very well when your mom calls for help in the kitchen. That's not good. You need to listen and help out. Will you do better next year? If you promise to do better next year, I'll let it slide."
That wasn't too far off. Though, he still didn't seem to know what was really going on.
For most of the kids, he said terrible things. He made everyone sound like they should be on the naughty list! I knew my cousins and siblings well enough to know that was a lie. These were some of the best behaved children I knew, and this "Santa" was flat-out shaming them. I started to think that this couldn't be real. Santa was supposed to know the truth. He had obviously gotten his information from another source.
Some of the children were very little, and he wasn't even nice to them. I honestly don't even remember what he said to most of the kids. I just remember that he was so wrong, and I remember the sad, humiliated faces. Some of the little ones may have even cried.
Then came the icing on the cake. It was my little sister's turn. "Santa" changed his mood. He praised her for being such a well-behaved child, but casually mentioned how she did have a tendency to annoy her siblings. Then he gave her a special little plastic snowflake for being the nicest child there. He told her to put the snowflake under her pillow on Chirstmas Eve, and in the morning she'd have an extra surprise.
What was he doing? Was he trying to punish her? He had stirred up the pain, anger, shame, and embarrassment in all the children, and then aimed it at my little sister! She squirmed. I could tell she wanted to be excited about this. She wanted to feel proud of herself. But more than that, she wanted to be loved and accepted. The truth was, she was a very good kid, and she deserved something extra, but no more than the others. She knew that, too. She knew the others were also good. She was not the BEST child there. In fact, if we had all voted, we probably would have chosen one of the younger ones to have the snowflake.
Emotions were tense at this point. My older sister was furious (and rightly so). He'd humiliated her. I admit, I felt a little betrayed, too. I was also worried about everyone else being upset. The two oldest, my cousin and older sister, went to my sister's room. I went and talked with them for a while, too. I also talked to my younger sister. No one was happy. It was a bad place for everyone.
My aunts and uncles were furious, too. I was terrified. I was sure my relatives would hate us now. Typical that he would favor one of the host's children, right? Everyone was upset, and I wished we could just go back to the loving, fun, and close holiday we had been having before. Who was this man that thought he could come in here and ruin our Christmas?
My parents agreed that he had gone too far. They told us (my siblings and I, at least) that he was not the real Santa Clause. He was my dad's friend from work. He was usually a nice guy, and they thought it would be fun for everyone. He had asked all the parents to tell him one good thing about each child, as well as one thing they needed to work on.
All-in-all, if this santa had been fair, truthful, and kind to all of the children, whoever he chose, it would have been much more exciting and fun. Yes, there may have been a little jealousy, but everyone would have gotten over it and had fun. I really think he exaggerated on purpose to make it a bigger deal. If anything, he suceeded at making it a big deal!
I've since seen a story about Santa giving the best-behaved child a special snowflake. I'll be honest, I did not read it. I still don't think it's a good idea at all, but I am curious. I'm willing to bet it's not quite like my experience.
Sometimes, in desperation, adults use competition, threats, and bribery to compel children to behave. There are a lot of things this time of year, like the snowflake, the elf on the shelf, the naughty and nice list. These things put a lot of pressure on kids, and, in my opinion, ruin the spirit of Chirstmas. How can children learn to love and give freely when they feel like they're constantly being watched and judged, in danger of losing the right to receive gifts?
I'm not saying these are all bad. Competition specifically can be a great motivator. I use it, too. However, I believe a much better approach is to simply help children focus on giving. Take the focus off of what they will or won't get. I can't say I know the best way to do this. I'm still trying to figure it out, but I'll tell you a couple things we tried. This year, my six-year-old was stressing out about the many things he wants and which ones he'll get. I told him, "You remember what Christmas is usually like. I'm sure you will get more than enough nice things. You don't need to worry about that. Now is time for you to focus on giving. What can you give? Who would you like to give a special gift to?" All kids are different, but he especially loves giving gifts, so saying this helped him to re-focus his thoughts on giving to others. For my youngest, I told him that some kids don't have very many toys and asked him what he could do about it. He became excited about giving toys to kids who have none so they can be happy.
These are not the only things we've talked about. I try to help my children have a giving perspective. In all honesty, they have a lot of nice things! They're children, and though there are things they want, they have surprised me with how much they understand and how giving they can be.
What helps your child (or you) shift focus to serving others and giving?