The Santa Clause
A couple of evenings ago, Enz and I watched The Santa Clause on the old VHS tape we bought back when it was first released and we both thoroughly enjoyed it, as we always do. It’s just a really fun movie about trusting belief in the magic of Santa Claus... and also in one another as family through changing dynamics while struggling to reclaim closeness. I was already an adult when this movie came out but boy do I wish it had been around when I was a kiddo; it explains SO much... especially how Santa gets around the whole ‘no fireplace’ deal! We never had a fireplace in our houses while growing up and I always wanted to know howwwww Santa would possibly be able to visit our house. Every time I asked my mama about not having a fireplace for Santa she always replied simply with, “Ohhhhh, Santa always finds a way...” but now I actually know. My mama has always been a HUGE fan of all things Santa which might seem a little weird because my parents raised us with a strict routine of religion and we all knew that we were celebrating the birth of baby Jesus each year on Christmas Day and off to church every Christmas morning for a special Christmas service. But Santa was also BIGTIME in our house and the gifts were piled high and took hours to work through... there were some years I was very confused and torn about what everything really meant and like most children do, I asked my mama, “Is Santa really real?” and each time I asked she would reply simply, “Santa is a giving spirit of Christmas...” I know of I was to ask her today, she would still tell me exactly the same and she would hope for me to keep believing in the magic.
So, it broke my heart a little when the day after Enz and I watched The Santa Clause we had a phone call with Enz’s brother who lives in Toronto to have a check-in about their mother (here in town) who just had a major stroke and is not doing well. Anyhow, we were home and sitting quietly in the tree light glow while Enz’s brother, who was in the car with his ten year old son, said, “Hey, guess what Kyle learned today! Well, I think he's actually known for awhile but... Kyle, tell Uncle Enzo and Aunty Gill what you figured out today!” And that’s when Kyle piped up very cockingly and accusingly with, “Santa does NOT exist!!” All I could answer with was, “I’m really sorry to know you believe that...” Enz was a little more talkative on the matter but I felt lost in the pride Enz’s brother and nephew were clearly in with this declaration of dismissal for believing in a spirit so giving. I only hope that this kiddo who has dismissed the gift of believing will keep his new beliefs entirely to himself and not be cause for any of his friends or schoolmates to question their own beliefs... though, I didn’t really feel that he will or will be encouraged to because the proud that came through the telephone said that they felt the whole world should know.
I know I believe in Santa because he really DOES exist. And now, thanks to this movie, I understand a lot more about the many questions I always had as a child. Sometimes it’s fun to disappear into belief, into Christmas magic and my Christmas wish is that the magic will continue for those that believe... and find again the ones who have lost belief.
If you’ve seen The Santa Clause and loved it... YAY! If you’ve seen it and not loved it, that’s okay, too... I will continue to be happy loving it to bits for you! And if you’ not yet seen it and it happens to be on television at some point when you are able to sit and watch... I hope you will give it a chance to become one of your favourites, too!
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