Santa’s Letter to Us

Dear Grown-ups,

It’ll soon be Christmas Eve, and as I prepare for my legendary nighttime ride, my thoughts are on you, and my spirit is troubled.

Every year I am heartened to receive letters from the little ones who write to me in their scribbled hand to tell me what they wish to find under their trees on Christmas morning. Their innocence is such an under-appreciated gift in itself. They give to me — with their giggling excitement and expectation and wonder — far more than they would ever suspect.

Yet, I know very well that the stuff under the tree is not what these little ones need most. I wonder sometimes if I’m the only one who knows that I’m not able to deliver, via sleigh and reindeer, what their hearts truly hunger for. But you are able. You have the ability to work wonders that I cannot.

This year, I’m giving you something you need more than anything on earth. I’m stuffing your stockings full of truth.

So, let’s get down to business. This year, I’m giving you something you need more than anything on earth. I’m stuffing your stockings full of truth. It won’t taste like a yummy Christmas cookie, but I’m hoping you’ll have the stomach for it anyway. This is important, grown-ups, so please come sit with me a moment and listen carefully.

First, your children are a gift to you. Gifts are to be received, not demanded or expected. They aren’t accessories you add to your life when you want them, and toss aside when you don’t. So many of you act as though you have some right to dictate when and even if you receive such a precious gift, and under what terms. You have confused yourselves with God. You have confused the miracle of new life with the superficial thrill of customizing a new car, or a kitchen remodel. If a child is what you want, then a child you shall get, whatever it takes. If a child is not in your plan, then a child you shall “terminate.”

That brings me to Truth #2: Your euphemisms do not disguise the truth of what you’re doing. You only think you’re fooling yourselves and others, but you’re not. In your heart of hearts, you know perfectly well that you’re terminating a human being, not a pregnancy. You may then think it’s perfectly moral to terminate “lesser” human beings than yourselves, but that’s also a convenient lie. You have such an appetite for lies these days! Your eyes may as well be coal like a snowman’s for all your willful blindness. It’s astonishing that you don’t see that once your society decides this person’s life is at the whim of that person, no one’s life will be sacred for long.

Third, your preferences do not supersede children’s rights. Your wants rank far down the list below your obligations to them. Somewhere along the way, you’ve grown confused on that point and now most of you seem to think that you don’t owe your children even the most fundamental thing as a stable, intact home with both parents under the same roof. Your vows are broken as easily as a piecrust, and you leave the crumbs for your children to try and gather together, while reassuring yourself the kids are just fine. They’re resilient, you say. If you’re happy, then they’ll be happy, too, you say. I assure you, with the utmost certainty, the kids are not just fine. They want Mom and Dad to love each other and love them. They need that. It’s not a bonus they can do without — it’s their sustenance.

I know you have it in you to do the right things for your children, if you’ll only learn what Love is.

This goes hand-in-hand with Truth #4: Your building lives on sand and your children are sinking. Not one of you would ever buy a house that had no foundation, or would build a new house on a crumbling foundation. Yet you consign your children to life without a proper foundation by your own foolish, reckless and selfish choices. Would you build your dream house by starting with the flooring and the cabinets? Would you try to install a roof without first establishing the walls? Why not?

You mean the order in which things are done matters? Then why do you fashion your life, and then your child’s life in such a nonsensical, disordered way? Put sex second and marriage first. Choose your spouse well and wisely, and establish your life and home together as one; then welcome the fruit of your loving union into a safe home. It may not be the modern way, but the modern way is a total disaster.

Finally, I’ve got to be blunt. Stop sexualizing your children. It is perverse for you to regard them as “sexual beings.” They are innocent human beings, and you are corrupting them from infancy with your debauched, hedonistic culture. Now you are even prepared to do unimaginable harm to your little children by “teaching” them that boys aren’t really boys, girls aren’t really girls, and anyone can be any gender they wish to be whenever they choose, and you’ve invented an alphabet soup lexicon to go along with your delusion. I fear you have lost your minds entirely.

On the whole, it’s an airtight case for giving you mounds and mounds of coal this year. You have forgotten what matters. You have thrown away your treasures and squandered your true riches. For all your possessions and modern advances, you are an impoverished people. Your children are hurting, and they desperately need you to get your act together and stop creating so much misery in their lives.

Now listen to dear old St. Nick: Unto you a Child is born; a Son is given. He happens to love impoverished people very much. If you will welcome Him into your home, He will bring the peace and healing you and your children need. It’s not magic He possesses but Divine power to restore and transform. You don’t need me to bring you gifts — you need to receive the gift of God in Bethlehem. You need to hear Him and follow Him, and only then will you and your children be content.

I still believe in you, dear Grown-ups. I know you have it in you to do the right things for your children, if you’ll only learn what Love is. That’s my Christmas wish for all of you.

Love,

Santa