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No , VIRGINIA, there is no Santa Claus
in the spirit of Only 24 days left in the War on Christmas!
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I say we give Virginia the straight dope no room for silly superstition our modern world how would you reply? be blunt if you must, kind if you want to |
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Well, our very own Cecil Adams had a masterful treatise on this very topic on 12/26/1997 where he concludes that "Santa Claus' existence cannot be definitely ruled out."
good enough for me http://www.straightdope.com/columns/...-a-santa-claus |
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Ah.
Another person signing up for the War On Fun.
__________________
There's an Initiation Ceremony. It involves a Squid and a Goat. You're gonna be good friends with that Goat. The Squid will not exactly be a stranger, either. ~~Me, on the SDMB Initiation |
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Today, of course, the question woulfd be posted on the internet, and we would coclude, as usual, that "Virginia" was really a fat, balding, fifty-something year old guy masquerading as a girl.
Sorry, Santa, there is no Virginia. |
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"Humbug! Humbug!"
"humbug, Mr. Baldrick?" Last edited by BMalion; 12-02-2011 at 11:59 AM. |
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Ms Viginia O'HanlonIt has come to our attention that you are expressing interest in the individual known as Claus, Santa. This individual is presently being held in a secure facility after violating US borders, and under enhanced interrogation has admitted to Al Qaeda ties, as well as the intent to leave incendiary material in the homes he deemed "naughty". What is your interest in this person, and what information can you provide about him and his activities? Dept. of Homeland Security |
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Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. Only 7 left in stock.
Add to cart |
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Santa Claus has a red suit Must be a Communist And a beard, and long hair Must be a pacifist What's in the pipe that he's smoking?... |
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I actually think Santa is a really good lesson in skepticism for our children. We trick children into believing that there's this benevolent being that's always watching over them, watching them at all times to evaluate their behavior, and rewarding good behavior. Our culture embraces this guy, your peers and those you trust are telling you he's real, and you're forming a real emotional stake in his existance. And then the rug is pulled out from under your feet. Oh, ha ha, yes, there's no magic guy who somehow delivers presents to the whole world in one night. It was always your parents all along, tricking you. Even though you were so sure in your heart that Santa must be real, well, no, there's just no magic there. Sorry. I wonder how many kids were put on a path to rationalism and skepticism by the Santa revelation. The only difference with religion is that the parents sincerely believe along with the kids. Breaking the Santa myth is psychologically a good step in developing the tools to question other myths. Last edited by SenorBeef; 12-02-2011 at 01:35 PM. |
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There certainly is something intagible known as "Christmas spirit". If someone wants to give the intangible a coporeal body and call it "Santa Claus", who am I to argue?
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Personally, I wish I had thought to tell my children the story of St. Nicholas and the prostitutes. No stocking should be hung without that tender memory. |
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"Dear Virginia.
"It's the 21st century. "Google it. |
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Andy Rooney once said, "there is a Santa Claus, but he doesn't always show up" - words to that effect.
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"Dear Virginia,
Daddy is stupid. Looking at the sun is bad for you." |
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Last edited by pravnik; 12-02-2011 at 09:26 PM. |
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Last edited by pravnik; 12-02-2011 at 09:27 PM. |
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I prefer Terry Pratchett's version of it, as in the Hogfather. I like to think that this is one of the little lies we tell children to condition ourselves as human beings to believe in the big lies, like peace, democracy, justice and hope.
Well, Virginia - would it be better if I said he existed or if I said to you that there are, right at this moment, hundreds of thousands of adults there working to make it like he existed? Last edited by Gukumatz; 12-03-2011 at 11:56 AM. |
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Next you'll tell us there's no Hanukkah Harry, yeah right.
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So today what I believe is that Santa Claus is a symbol of, or metaphor for, something that really does exist. Last edited by Thudlow Boink; 12-03-2011 at 04:48 PM. |
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Get Robin Robinson to tell them.
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A simple basic answer from someone who thinks Santa Claus is a fun, harmless tradition:
As soon as a kid is old enough to ask questions on ANY topic, he/she is old enough to hear an honest answer. If "Virginia" believed in Santa Claus with all her heart at age 8, I think you'd have to be a jerk to butt in and tell her, "It's all bogus." But 8 is about the age when most kids start to figure out the whole thing is impossible. If Virginia is starting to ask, "Is this real," she's old enough to be told, "No, it's just a fun game we play at Christmas time." |
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For years I lived by the rule that I would keep silent unless a child specifically asked me about Santa and then when asked I would tell the truth. Then one day I slipped up. I was watching two young children doing their homework, one of them studying the Solar System. He said something about Mars being cold and I agreed and said something about how even the north pole is a relatively nice climate compared to Mars and nobody lives at the north pole so just think how hard it would be to try to live on Mars. Then the younger child piped up "SANTA Claus lives at the north pole!". oops. now what.
I backpedaled and said something like "umm I meant nobody like you and me lives at the north pole", then got the hell out of there before I made his parents angry. |
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This. A co-worker was worried about having to tell her 7 year old <eventually> that Santa doesn't exist as a person. I thought about it, and realized that none of us four kids ever had that 'revelation'. My dad always presented the season as a time of Christmas spirit, and embodying that spirit on earth, as humans, as often as possible. And I don't remember ever dropping off that existential cliff; I wonder if it's worth a vote here, to find out how many people were disappointed as kids when they 'found out'?
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I remember once sneaking my dad's keys on Christmas Eve, and waking up in the middle of the night to shake the keys going downstairs to my brothers' room, to make them think Santa was here...they didn't fall for it. We all ogled the presents for a while and then went back to bed until a more reasonable time, lol.
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My wife received the following e-mail from her 9-year-old nephew last week:
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But...do we reeeeaaally want to clog our streets with a fat old man, a sled, and some truly disgusting reindeer? Whose supposed to clean up after those reindeer anyway, Virginia? Its certainly not in my Sanitation Dept budget. We're way over budget now, after bull-dozing all those disturbing radicals away from our pristine and clean center of commerce, Wall Street. And your Daddy doesn't want to pay anymore taxes... so... I'm afraid that that's that. Which is why I'm taking this opportunity to roll out the Next phase of my "Quality of Life" initiative. Starting this December, NYC will officially begin phasing out Santa Claus. Don't get me wrong, you're still welcome to shop at MACYs. We haven't made children walking in public illegal yet, of course. Then again, if I'm elected to another term, I reserve the right to revisit the subject. Your Benevolent Ruler, High Lord Mayor Bloomberg |
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Of course, when you google "Is there a Santa Claus?" the first hit is -- an 1897 editorial addressed to Virginia O'Hanlon in the New York Sun.
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When I was in 2nd grade, we all wrote letters to Santa Claus that were going to be published in some local paper or something. All of them, not just randomly selected ones.
So anyway, being the smart-ass second grader and skeptic that I was, I wrote in my letter to Santa that I knew he wasn't real, that it was Mom and Dad who put the presents under the tree and drank the milk and ate the cookies. I was so proud of myself for having figured it all out, AND that it was getting published in the paper! yay! Well when my mom and dad read my little letter, they were NONE too pleased. I remember I got sent to bed that Christmas eve being told that what I did was wrong and insensitive. My dad read to me the other letters, about kids asking for toys and things for their family, and how selfish it was of me to write what I had written. I felt genuinely sad and apologized and things were better on Christmas day, but my family would NOT let me live it down for a while. Last edited by drewtwo99; 12-06-2011 at 01:23 PM. |
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"Is there a Santa Claus?" That's one question.
"Is there a Santa Claus that delivers presents?" That's another question entirely. I remember, decades ago, seeing someone explain why Santa doesn't give expensive presents to poor kids by saying, "Santa's just the delivery man - we pay him for the presents." "But why bring them presents, when Santa will do?" "It's a clause in their contract: if we don't, they can sue!" - Animaniacs |
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When our son was in 6th grade, as Christmas approached he would mention Santa here and there.
"Santa will bring me one", and so on. My wife corners me and says "you can't let him go around middle school telling kids that he still believes in Santa. They'lll laugh at him and tease him. Go tell him." We argued back and forth, even both speculating that he knows, but is just going along, playing his part. We came to the conclusion that he must already know, so we're not really ruining anything. And so at bedtime that night, I laid it all out as gently as I could. Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny - the works. And as he looked at me telling him these things, tears started rolling down his face. He finally hung his head and just cried, and I've never wanted to walk into an airplane propeller more than I did at that moment. My cowardly advice? Don't be the one to reach out and crush your child's dreams and hopes and happiness. I've never felt more shitty in all my life! Let the older kids spill the beans and you take the rap for being Santa without actually being the hit-man! |
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By the time, I decided to stop having Santa deliver, my son was about to decide on his own there was no Santa, he fussed a little but since he got the same kinds of things, I think the leap wasn't to hard. I figured it out when I decided Santa couldn't possibly write my name in my Mother's handwriting.
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