The Truth in "Dear Santa"

In "Dear Santa", I write a tongue in cheek letter to the character of Santa Claus. In truth, attributing godly characteristics to Santa is not new with this column. Santa gets a lot of press this time of year, and, sure, it's meant to be good fun, right?

What is the Truth? Can you find the corresponding Scriptures that disprove everything I wrote? And do you know the One who actually fulfills these words?


Cast our cares
Psalm 55:22
Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall.

1 Peter 5:7
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

A lot on my mind
Psalm 139
O LORD, you have searched me and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.

Take care of all the gifts
James 1:17
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights

Don’t charge a penny
Ephesians 2:8
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—

Get what they want
James 4:2-3
You want something but don't get it. You kill and covet, but you cannot have what you want. You quarrel and fight. You do not have, because you do not ask God.

Martie wants peace and love
Colossians 1:19-20
For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.

Eat cookies
Isaiah 55:2
Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of fare.

Now HE is truly magical
Isaiah 9:6-7
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David's throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this.

So, you see, while Santa may get more display room at the mall, more airtime on TV, and more credit for making little kid's dreams come true, there is something more. Er, I mean, there is someone more. And He is The One.

Have a blessed Christmas and seek out some truth. It's the gift that keeps on giving.

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Dear Santa


As Seen in the December 2008 edition of Bella magazine.



Last year, next to the cookies and milk we leave out for Santa, we found this note from our youngest child. It’s a little window into our wacky world.

Santa!
Merry Christmas! Thank you for the presents!
Please don’t eat cookies in the living room or in the tree room.
Or mom will get mad.
Love, Julia

P.S. Don’t drink the milk in those rooms either…you don’t want to spill. Please eat in the kitchen.


I was stunned. I didn’t realize that we could cast all of our cares on Santa. I think Julia is onto something. Clearly she had worries that Santa would have an awful run-in with her mean mother. This year, I also have a lot on my mind. My biggest concern is actually not that St. Nick will smash a candy cane cookie on my beige carpet. So, following Julia’s lead, I’m writing my own missive to the jolly old elf.

Dear Santa,
Thank you so much for taking care of all the gifts for Christmas. That is a big load off my mind.
You see, I find life to be pretty complicated. It’s good to know as this season approaches that you’ve got all the presents chosen and will deliver, no extra charge. You are better than Amazon.com. Plus you don’t charge a penny for these services. That’s great because that’s just about how much we have to invest in this holiday.

There’s a lot on my mind these days. You can’t even believe how complicated life is here in the Northern hemisphere. Santa, you probably just sit back and let Mrs. Claus bring you a cup of warm milk at bedtime. At our house, I’m Mrs. Claus. Nothing is easy, not even a glass of milk. You see, there are seven people living in my house and we buy four different types of milk. Skim, 1%, 2% and lactose free. (We cut out the chocolate soy in an effort to simplify our lives.) Enjoy your glass of milk, Santa.

Now Santa, please understand. You might think because of the four types of milk that I live with people who are difficult to please. Santa, that’s not true. They are very easily pleased, as long as they get what they want.

Alex would really like a Wii game system.
Trevor would like permission to text.
Danny would like his learners permit.
Caroline would like to be a vet.
Julia would like Webkins….again.
Dave would like gas prices to stay in the $2 range.
(And to somehow be teleported to a life of ease, post putting five kids through college. A house on a lake, perhaps, or with a mountain view? Or both. A simple cottage where he can eat cookies in every room.)
Martie would like peace and love. And a self-cleaning house.


Santa, you rock! Since you’ve got these gifts covered, can I ask for just one more teeny weeny favor? Would it be possible, Santa, for you to cover holiday baking as well? We need cookies to go with all that milk. I used to make seven kinds from scratch. Back in the day, I began baking right after Thanksgiving in order to freeze tins full of holiday delights. (There are a lot of things I used to do. Sigh.) Now my holiday baking has been reduced to Fly-By Baking. I buy buckets of chocolate chip cookie dough and pass them off as homemade. (Oh, that’s right, you already know that, don’t you, Santa?) I would really like to have a lovely variety of homemade cookies. Can Mrs. Clause get involved in the outsourcing of that project?

Just tell her these few requirements. I’ve been watching my fat, and it wobbles like your own belly aka bowl full of jelly. So some lower calorie cookies would be nice. We have dear friends with peanut allergies, so scratch the peanuts. I like walnuts, but Dave only eats pecans, so stick with those. And we love cookies, but not on the carpet. That’s about it.

Phew, I feel my stress level reducing as the letter draws to a close. Santa, you are truly magical. I read 75% of doctors visits are due to stress-related ailments. Headaches, insomnia, stomachaches. Check, check, check…been there, done that. So Santa, you are doing me a Big, Fat, Elfin-Magic-Sized Favor to take care of all these worries. My head feels lighter, I think I can sleep tonight, and my belly is neither tense or rumbly. I feel the holiday spirit just expanding in me (where the cookie dough used to sit). No gifts to buy, no bills to pay, no cookies to bake. This will indeed be a Merry Christmas.

So get to work, Big Guy. And help yourself to cookies and milk…in the kitchen of course.

Your #1 fan,
Martie

PS. I drink the skim.


Martie Smith Byrd says “Who needs VISA? I have Santa!” She and her beautiful family wish you all the joy of the holiday season. Martie and Dave have 5 teens and preteens and live in Roanoke, VA.

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I will take you with me

In the final scene of the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, the Chief says to the recently lobotomized McMurphy, "I'm going to take you with me." Then, he leans over and suffocates him with a pillow. He dramatically breaks a window and runs far, far, far away. He is presumably free.

It's funny to watch anew the movies I enjoyed as a teenager and young adult. I actually chose this movie to watch with Dave and our teenaged boys. (Ouch! The language! Ouch! The racy scenes. Ouch!) I had imagined that we would talk about mental illness, the abuse of power, and who decides who is actually crazy, anyway? The story, if you don't know it, is about a criminal who is sent to a mental institution for evaluation. He thinks he is getting a literal "Get out of Jail Free Card" like in Monopoly. He'll ride out his 90 days and then get back to his petty crimes. However, his free-spirited disobedience gets under the skin of Nurse Rachett and the administration, and he is disciplined --shock treatments, brain surgery-- to the point of death.


We didn't talk much about all that, however. Our discussion focused on that last scene. Not the surprise death, but the line, "I'm going to take you with me." I asked the boys, "How is it that he is going to take McMurphy with him if McMurphy is dead?" One simply responded, "He will carry him in his heart."

I've been thinking about that line ever since. I've lost some dear ones, yet they are not really lost to me. Like the Chief, I take them with me. I carry them in my heart.

Mark, I carry you in my heart. You taught me that a smile is a free gift to share liberally. I think of you when I smile.

Lisa, I carry you in my heart. You showed me grace under pressure. You didn't complain even when you were in pain and tired of your long battle. I think of you, and try not to complain.

Adam, I carry you in my heart. You were fully man, fully child, and we loved having you around. I think of you when I serve others as you did.

Lewis, I carry you in my heart. You showed me that blood is thicker than water. You loved the Byrd name and our Byrd children. I think of you and I'm proud to be a Byrd.

Dad, I carry you in my heart. You taught me responsibility, perseverance, and listening skills. I think of you and I'm proud to be a Smith.

Last week we were devastated when Hannah George and her father, Dr. Jeff George, were killed in a terrible car accident. Hannah was a 9th grader at Faith Christian School. Our family and our Faith community have been reeling from this loss which to our human eyes seems senseless and unfair. Yet a glimmer of hope came through as we talked about Hannah with the boys.

You see, one of them said, "I'm going to carry her in my heart."

Dedicated to Hannah and Jeff George, with deep sympathy and prayers to Teresa George, wife and mom.



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