Santa Claus | Grandma's Ramblings

And just like that – Santa is gone for another year. But Jesus remains all year long. His gifts are year-round.

Santa comes but once a year; Jesus is an ever-present help; Santa fills your stocking with goodies; Jesus supplies all your needs.

Santa comes down your chimney uninvited; Jesus stands at your door and knocks, and then enters your heart when invited.

Santa Claus lets you sit on his lap; Jesus lets you rest in His arms; Santa may make you chuckle; Jesus gives you joy that is your strength; Santa lives at the North Pole; Jesus is everywhere present; Santa says you better not cry; Jesus says “come unto me all you who are weary.”

This will be my 71st Christmas. In that time I have been given a lot of Christmas presents.

Some I loved
Some I pretended to like but really did not
Some were expensive
Some were not so expensive
Some were store-bought
Some were homemade
Some shown that the giver had really put a lot of time and love into the gift
Some looked like the giver had just grabbed something off the shelf at the last-minute

But every year as I reflect on Christmas past there is one gift that stands out to me. It was the best Christmas gift I ever received.

It is also the first Christmas I remember. I was five years old and I believed in Santa Claus. There were two gifts I was hoping he would bring me: a doll and a toy stove with some dishes.

Although I never felt our family was poor, looking back I realize we certainly were not affluent. We lived in a three-room house – Mom and Dad, two sisters a brother and me. I was the baby. Mom and Dad shared the one bedroom and my sisters and I had beds in the kitchen. Fortunately the kitchen was very large so the stove, refrigerator and table was at one end and our beds at the other. My brother slept on a roll-away bed that we opened at night and put in the pantry just off the kitchen.

Looking back I think how hard it must have been to try to buy the presents we four children were hoping for. How they must have agonized over not having enough money to buy all they would have liked to buy for us.

Christmas Eve my dad took me with him to my grandmother’s house where he added coal to her heating stove and set the fire for the night. When we returned home I discovered Santa Claus had come. So excited, I opened my one present and found the doll I had requested. Looking around I realized there was not a second present for me. There would be no toy stove and dishes. My doll was so pretty and I slept happily that night holding her close.

The next day my parents explained to me that Santa Claus had so many kids to buy for and he did not have enough money to get everything on everyone’s list. However, my dad said he and my mother had a surprise for me. They had a toy stove for me with some dishes.

Dad brought out the stove. He had taken a cardboard box, turned it upside down and drew burners on the top. He then cut out small openings in the front and had put in some little wooden knobs that were painted red, yellow and blue for me to use to turn on the burners. He also had an oven door painted on the side and cut so that I could open and put in a pan. Mom had rummaged though her pots and pans and found some older ones that I was able to use.

I was one happy little girl! I had my very own stove and dishes.

Today I realize most little girls would be upset with such a gift. But to me it was a treasure. As I have grown old, the memory of that gift has increased in value.

As a parent trying to make ends meet I realize how much love had gone into their decision to make that gift for me, how much they must have hated that they could not give me a real toy stove and dishes.

Of all the gifts I have received over the years, none mean as much to me as that gift coming from my parents’ heart.

I recently wrote about the controversy we have at this time of year over saying “Merry Christmas” vs. “Happy Holidays.”

Standing in line to pay for my book at Barnes and Noble today, I heard the customer ahead of me complaining to the clerk because he had wished her “Happy Holidays!” She proceeded to tell him in an irate voice that this was Christmas and he should greet her with “Merry Christmas!”

When he replied not every customer was a Christian and there are several religious holidays in December such as Hanukkah and Kwanzaa, she became upset and told him “We need to keep Christ in Christmas!”

I wondered as she finally walked away in a very self-righteous mood what would Jesus have done in this circumstance. Her attitude was anything but loving and kind.

So – I began to wonder: Are we as Christians supposed to be keeping Christ in Christmas? Is that what the birth, death and resurrection of Jesus is all about? A holiday where we spend so much time, energy and money baking, shopping, going to parties, putting up lights, waiting for Santa Claus to come?

Please do not misunderstand me. I’m not suggesting these things are wrong – I miss the days when my children tried their best to go to sleep early so Santa Claus would come. The days when we had a big, beautiful tree full of lights in our living room with presents. Christmas is a fun-filled family time I appreciate. But really?

When we talk about keeping Christ in Christmas – it seems to me we are making Christmas the big deal. Somehow we need to make sure in all our busyness that we add Christ to this day. So – we add a candle-light service to our list of parties, we put out a manger scene along with the other Christmas decorations and we insist everyone say “Merry Christmas” not “Happy Holidays.” Then, we sit back and feel so righteous because we have fitted Christ into our Christmas routines.

The birth of Jesus – and its celebration – is much more than saying “Merry Christmas.” The birth of Jesus shows us God’s love in leaving the glory and splendor of heaven to come to earth as a human. It is a moment to be savored with awe and solemn reflection – not by a hurried “Merry Christmas” as we pass one another in the stores, at church or in our homes. That night so long ago may well have not been a “Silent Night” as we love to think of it. I earlier posted some thoughts on that “Silent Night” image we have of Jesus’ birth. At our church service we recently sang “Away in a Manger.” I was struck again by the words “the cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, but little Lord Jesus no crying He makes.” Really? He came to earth to be one of us – to experience our pain, our sorrow, our fears, our temptations. So – when he awoke in the middle of the night possibly hungry and cold, He did not cry!

Christmas is only the beginning of the story of Jesus Christ.

There was his earthly life where I believe he experienced sorrow and pain – and I know at least two times when he cried – at the grave of Lazarus and over Jerusalem just before He went to the cross. Somehow I believe he cried as a baby too.
There was his time in the garden of Gethsemane when he experienced such agony the Bible tells us he sweated great drops of blood.
There was the cross where He cried “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
And, thankfully, there was the resurrection!

So – there is so much more to this story of Jesus Christ than His birth. But unfortunately that seems to be the one we want the world to recognize and acknowledge. We don’t seem to care that the celebration of the resurrection is overshadowed by the Easter bunny and the Easter egg hunt. As long as the world says “Merry Christmas” and we keep Christ in the holiday, everything is fine.

Well – I think we need to be more concerned that the world knows He not only came as a baby, but He died and rose again. And why?

Because He loves us.

So – we need to begin showing that love to others around us.

Jesus said they would know we were His disciples by the love we showed to others.

Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples

Christmas should only be a part of our life in Christ. He needs to be recognized and honored by the world all year long. But the only way that will happen is if we stop being so judgmental and self-righteous and began to love people – even those who don’t say “Merry Christmas!”

I propose we don’t worry so much about keeping “Christ in Christmas” but rather make sure that our Christmas is in Christ – because He is so much more than the baby in the manger. Let’s keep “Christmas in Christ” and make Him known to the world by our love for others.

Today I am sharing a great post from persecutionblog.com

Great article on the REAL Santa Claus

Many American children are looking forward to the arrival of Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, bearing presents for good little boys and girls. But most of those celebrating don’t know that there is a real man behind the story of Santa Claus, and that real man was a Christian persecuted because of his faith and actions.

The following is excerpted from “A Note from the Author to Parents and Educators” that is included in The Story of St. Nicholas: More than Reindeer and a Red Suit, a book for children published by VOM that tells the true story of St. Nicholas of Myra, the man whose story became the basis of our modern-day Santa Claus.

Throughout history many legends about the life of Saint Nicholas of Myra have circulated around the world, bringing us to the man we know today as Santa Claus—a chubby man in a red suit who delivers presents to good boys and girls with his reindeer on Christmas Eve.

But who is this man behind the myth of Santa Claus?

Nicholas of Myra was born in the third century in a province called Lycia, which was a part of the Roman Empire. Today ancient Lycia is a part of the country we know as Turkey. Nicholas is believed to have died around 343 A.D., on December 6^th, a date that is currently celebrated by many nations, such as Germany, Switzerland and the Netherlands, where it is called “Saint Nicholas Day.” For example, in Germany, children are known to put a boot, called a Nikolaus-Stiefel, outside their front door on the eve of Saint Nicholas Day, hoping he will fill it with gifts if he thinks they were good. But if found bad, they will receive a lump of charcoal.

The real Nicholas was a man full of generosity and conviction. He was born to wealthy parents who, when they died, left him their fortune. He chose to use his inheritance to help those in need. For example, one of the vignettes in the book is about three sisters who were saved from life on the streets. Their father was unable to arrange suitable marriages because he did not have enough money for their dowries. (Therefore, the father was left with no choice but to sell them to a brothel.) Upon hearing this, Nicholas secretly threw bags of gold into the girls’ room. The father was elated and, after discovering his daughters’ mysterious benefactor, was sworn to secrecy by Nicholas that he would never tell anyone who had given him the gold.

Nicholas is recorded to have exposed the corruptness of a government official during a famine. He uncovered the governor’s deceitful actions of hoarding grain until the demand forced it into higher prices. Later, Nicholas intervened in an execution of three innocent men…all falsely accused by the same, crooked governor. It is said that one of the prisoners was situated on the block for decapitation, and Nicholas grabbed the sword from the executioner’s hands, setting all three men free. He was praised for his bravery.

Even though many have preserved the stories of Nicholas’ acts of righteousness, few know of his sufferings for Christ. When the Roman emperor Diocletian took power, he instigated a horrific persecution of Christians. Nicholas was imprisoned and physically tortured (pinched with hot iron pliers) for refusing to deny Jesus as God. One account mentions the prisons were so full of church leaders there was no room for the actual criminals.

After the reign of persecution ended, Nicholas would still face a fierce testing of his faith—this time within the church. A preacher named Arius began promoting a heresy that Jesus was not God in the flesh. Arius even went so far as to set his false teaching to music by putting words to popular drinking songs. Constantine, the new leader of the Roman Empire, called together church leaders at Nicea to discuss Arius’ teachings and other issues dividing the church. This was called the Council of Nicea. According to legend, as Arius was making his presentation, he began singing one of his blasphemous songs about Jesus. Unwilling to see this man shame Christ, Nicholas stood up and punched Arius in the mouth. Those in attendance were shocked! Although they understood Nicholas’ need to stand up for Christ’s reputation, they did not believe they could allow such behavior since Christ taught us to love our enemies and live a life of peace. Therefore, Nicholas was no longer allowed to serve as bishop. (It’s noted he was later restored to his position.) But this action did not stop Nicholas from serving the sick and needy.

Those who are persecuted for following Christ today are much like Nicholas of Myra: They humbly serve their fellow countrymen and courageously stand for the Lord when faced with the choice of prison with Christ or no prison without Christ. His story of boldness and generosity in the face of persecution from the government and conflict within the church is for everyone. By any Christian definition, Nicholas was indeed a saint.

May Nicholas of Myra’s life challenge us to live generously by serving the poor and courageously by standing for Christ in a culture that is increasingly hostile to Him and His people!