Enslaver of elves. Keeper of lists. He who holds the whip hand over those deer with the funny names and transluminal speed. You know, Santa.

It’s not a popular opinion, but I happen to not much like the tradition of making your child believe in Santa.

Santa, that impossible person who apparently loves you enough to break into your house one night a year to give you your heart’s desire, or perhaps some coal. The one you labor to please with cookies and milk, only to find out in a few years that the joke’s on you. Santa—$DEITY Lite.

So you disagree? Think a little fantasy never hurt anybody? Don’t think it’s a bit odd to plop your child into the lap of some stranger who just maybe enjoys it too much? Don’t try to convince me. Tell her:

Sure, children can be too credulous. But sometimes they also have a sixth sense that something just doesn’t make any fucking sense whatsoever. Note how she nevertheless has the wits to protect the candy cane.

There’s more. Lots more.

Via bb