Yea, verily. I don’t understand how one could include that—and the infamous Nestor—but leave out, say, Twas the Night Before Christmas.
The thing that’s always bugged me about that one…[spoiler]…first, I don’t know why the hell I’m spoiler-boxing this. Second, despite the fact that it’s one of those sappy, somewhat anti-intellectual [sup](and possibly) read: anti-atheist/secularist[/sup] “you need to think less with your head and more with your heart” stories, the whole premise starts falling apart under slight examination. Albert, the genius, insufferable know-it-all mouse, concludes that Santa Claus doesn’t exist, nearly ruining Christmas (by incurring Santa’s indiscriminate wrath). But keep in mind, this takes place not only in a world where Santa really exists, but he doesn’t even seem to be hiding. You can send letters to Santa at the North Pole, and they’ll actually be delivered (and possibly returned). You can telephone the North Pole, and be connected to the switchboard—at the North Pole. If you just stand outside on Christmas Eve, you’ll see Santa Flying overhead if you wait long enough. He leaves presents behind. You can see the man actually climb down your chimney and drop them off.
Santa Claus, in this world, clearly exists. It’s a matter of physical evidence, not a matter of faith—he’s as flesh and blood real as the Pope. No scientist would argue otherwise. So what kind of person would? Aside from people with organic brain disorders…only a fanatic could insist that Santa doesn’t exist.
So, in a way, the special was about cold intellectualism vs. heartfelt spirituality…and intellect won, though it didn’t realize it.[/spoiler].
Thank you, thank you…for my next act, I’ll be overanalyzing the sociological underpinnings of It’s the Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown!