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My Very Real Beef With Santa Claus
You sit on a throne of lies
I love Christmas. It is one of my favorite times of year. Even from my home in Florida where the seasons do not change much, December offers a cozy disconnect from the rest of the year. What I don’t love is the idea of Santa Claus.
I just don’t understand why Santa Claus is still a thing in our modern world. You would think that the mass deception about an overweight white male sneaking into the houses of good Christian children to bestow gifts upon them would have gone out of style by now. But it hasn’t.
In an age where kids regularly get cell phones in elementary school, I don’t understand how “Is Santa real?” isn’t the number one searched for term on Google in December.
Actually, let me see what happens when you do search that…
Right…
Racial, religious and outdated social constructs aside, my real issue with the idea of Santa Claus is the fact that he is an outright lie. A lie that we are forced to tell, and a lie that really is not necessary.
