It’s not me, it’s you.
I think you’re a wonderful man, but I also think we need some space. Please feel free to visit once a year and leave me whatever I ask for.
Also, if you don’t mind, please use the front door (and the doorbell, and how about we make the visit around noon or anytime before midnight).
Say hello to Rudolf and the wife.
Had I been able to hold a crayon correctly at the age of 2, I probably would have written this exact letter (and had my sister deliver it personally while I stood far enough away to bolt if Santa or his elves made a move toward me).
Santa Claus terrified me.
I was the proverbial reindeer in the headlights during my yearly trek to visit Santa at his time share inside the mall. I would cry like the world was coming to an end, I didn’t want to have any part of it. When my mother placed me on this rather large, white haired, STRANGER, it seemed to me that she had lost her mind. Three hundred and sixty four days of the year she was a protective force, surrounding me with love and understanding, and then one day she’s suddenly handing me over to a man she calls “Mr. Claus” (which I heard as “Mr. Claws”) and abandoning me as I burst into the most heartfelt tears that a 2 year old has ever cried.Of course on the other side of his lap is my sister, happy as a clam, looking like she’s lounging on a beach in Cancun.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved the presents; I just didn’t like what you had to go through to get them.
And it wasn’t just Santa Claus that was scary; it was the Burgermiester, the Roast Beast, Jimmy Stewart screaming at Donna Reed, Reindeer bullies, Snowmen coming back to life. The list goes on and on. It’s my fervent belief that if you’re age 35 and up you were part of a generation that was bombarded with some of the most bizarre television images the free world has ever seen. And it wasn’t just the holiday shows, we also grew up with H.R. Puffinstuff, Witchy Poo, The Banana Splits, television doctors with their ever present packs of cigarettes, flying nuns, Watergate and so on and so forth. I’m surprised I turned out as fractionally normal as I actually did.However, they really seemed to throw realism out the window during Christmas time.
In my day the holiday specials usually started with the first glimpse of Bing Crosby. There he was, smoking a pipe, wearing a Santa hat, his eerily young, braces wearing children and his perfectly coifed wife, cheerfully singing holiday tunes on his yearly special. I read somewhere that his children from his first marriage were running the cameras, seating people in the studio, and fetching martinis for guest stars like Sammy Davis Jr., and Nancy Sinatra. It was all very heartwarming. However, just like sitting on Santa’s lap, sometimes when you’re young (and not my sister) Christmas can be a tad bit terrifying. Nancy Sinatra wasn’t going to come and comfort you when you found yourself wide awake on Christmas Eve, panicked at the thought of Santa finding out your not asleep and passing your house up for a home full of good ‘non-insomniac’ children. Sammy Davis Jr., couldn’t personally assure you that a letter you sent to the North Pole 7 months earlier would actually get there on time.
And what if I spelled something wrong in my letter and got something I didn’t want?? Like pink fuzzy horseshoes? What if I was mislead by Ron-Co about the true usefulness of a Rock Tumbler? (And let me say this, a rock tumbler is just as loud as you might think it would be). I didn’t know if I was the only one that thought these things or if all the kids that I saw during the days before Christmas were developing ulcers as well. We could have used Rolaids flavored candy canes back then, or perhaps someone should have invented Children’s Rummy Tum Tums. I mean seriously, eight reindeer on a rooftop? There must be some type of zoning issue about that, right?
I guess I had the hardest time with the kids Christmas specials. The Crosby shows and the Bob Hope extravaganzas were for the adults. And yes, they were definitely bizarre, but nothing like what they geared towards the kids. For instance:
Santa Claus is Coming to Town
An abandoned baby, left in the forest to be raised by a family with names like “Dingle” and “Wingle”. The Burgermeister Meisterburger and his order to stop making toys (was there really legislature on this somewhere??) Santa in a mug shot. A Winter Warlock who melts down into a tiny feeble, little man. And to cap it all off, a wooded area where trees can grab you. (This had happened twice now, once in the Wizard of Oz, and now this, I was therefore convinced that tree grabbing was a real possibility…)
Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer
Rudolph having mud slapped on his nose by an incredibly cranky father who should be reported to child/reindeer protective services. Playground bullying, a confused elf named Herbie who longs to be a dentist (and experiences labor law issues that would make Norma Rae’s head explode). A massively cranky Santa Claus who seems to have some sort of eating disorder, a large snow monster with cavity issues, union problems among the elves and an island of misfit toys (run by a LION). Additionally on top of everything else, Herbie and Rudolf are informed they aren’t even welcome on an island specifically geared for misfits, a place that has already welcomed a train with square wheels and a spooky Jack in the Box that I’m sure I saw on the Twilight Zone once.
Frosty the Snowman
He melts, he comes back to life, he melts, he comes back to life. Case closed. I can’t even explain how much this one disturbed me.
The Grinch Who Stole Christmas
First off, I had to get over the fear that this might possibly happen. Could a green stringy beast show up in our living room on Christmas Eve and steal everything we have, including our ice cubes? No, that wasn’t worrisome at all. I enjoyed those cute little Who’s down in Whoville (so, so adorable) but I also knew if one walked into my room and started singing I would probably not stop screaming for the rest of my life. I remember feeling so sorry for Max, the Grinch’s cute little doggy, having to wear heavy reindeer antlers and do all that heavy lifting. And by the way, what the heck did “Ta-who bor-ray”mean anyway?
A Charlie Brown Christmas
Logically I knew that a dog couldn’t win a decorating contest (but I now knew that he would be useful if anyone needed something lifted by a dog wearing reindeer antlers) and that psychiatric counseling cost way more than a nickel (believe me, I know). Furthermore, and this one really makes me mad, apparently children didn’t (in actual fact) dance like any member of the Peanuts gang (which would have been useful to know BEFORE I went to my first dance in Jr. High, or throughout the first dance at my wedding).
So there you go, just a few of the reasons that I developed night sweats at the tender age of seven. I don’t know what new and improved Christmas shows are offered to children these days. I imagine it’s something much scarier. Justin Beiber as Ebenezer Scrooge in “It’s A Christmas Carol, Yo”. Or what about Kanye West releasing a holiday rap called “Kardashian through the snow” I’ll take the Bergermiester and reincarnated snow men any day, thank you very much.
Be that as it may, even now, when I hear the beginning of The Grinch, or see a stop motion Fred Astair in a mailman uniform, I become a little bit happier, a bit more joyful. I’ll probably always stop and watch every one of these programs and smile, sing along, and blissfully embrace every goofy little aspect. Did they sometimes scare me? Yes. Was I the only one? I certainly hope not. And so it goes.
I would be remiss if I ended this article any other way than with the most relevant story of the season. Charles Schulz, being the genius that he was, introduced children everywhere to the true meaning of the holidays in the simplest way possible, through the voice of a child, on a darkened stage. After being bombarded with talking elves and singing Snowmen, this little cartoon would always bring everything into perspective, and it will hopefully continue to do so for many years to come. So if I may, in the words of the eternally wise Linus Van Pelt,
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, ‘Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.’ And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.'”
And that my friends, is the greatest Christmas story of all.