“I don’t understand how someone who doesn’t believe in God can celebrate Christmas.”
It was a text I received from a friend of ours a few weeks ago. Without hesitation, I had a response.
“I’m not celebrating the birth of Christ, I’m celebrating the arrival of Santa!”
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Take a step into my house and you won’t see a single religious decoration. No nativity scene, my tree is topped with a snowflake rather than an angel.
Santa is everywhere. Santa pictures, Santa kitchen towels and pot holders, I even have these Mr. & Mrs. Claus salt & pepper shakers!
We will not send out a religious Christmas card. On that same note, we prefer our cards read “Merry Christmas” rather than “Happy Holidays”.
Little Bee is already obsessed with Santa and I couldn’t be happier.
She runs around the house pointing out all the Santa decorations. When asked what Santa says she’ll dance around saying “Ho, ho, ho!” She gets so, so excited if I turn on the TV and Santa is on it!
She’s only a year and a half old, she has no idea who this guy is or what he does, but she thinks he’s the greatest thing in the world, aside from doggies and deer (she thinks deer are both hilarious and tasty! It’s made the reindeer a big hit, too).
In our home there is no sign of Jesus and not a single thing that acknowledges his birth. Bee won’t learn about that aspect of Christmas until she is much older.
You see, my husband and I proudly call ourselves Agnostic. We aren’t saying God doesn’t exist, but we don’t know that he does, either.
Hubby grew up going to church, his grandfather was and still is a pastor. He knows The Bible better than most Christians I know, and he doesn’t believe a word of it.
I was raised by two Agnostic parents, so this way of thinking is nothing new to me. I only went to church a handful of times growing up. My mom did have a nativity scene, I was aware that some people believed Jesus was born on Christmas. It was never “the reason for the season”, though. Santa and the spirit of giving was.
Honestly, I don’t have a problem with Christians. It doesn’t bother me that they believe Christmas is a time to celebrate the birth of Christ. I think the Judeo-Christian values are great. The morals taught by Christianity are morals I try to follow in my own life.
I simply cannot believe God exists just because a book says so.
Bigfoot doesn’t exist because I’ve never seen him. I don’t believe in ghosts because I’ve never met one. The day they catch Nessie is the day I’ll believe in him and the first time I get abducted and taken into a space ship, I’ll believe in extraterrestrial life.
I don’t believe in things that have not been scientifically proven, therefor I don’t believe in God.
That’s not to say there isn’t something else out there, something bigger than us. A “God” or “gods”, if you will. Just like every other person in the world, I don’t really know what the truth is because it has not been proven.
What I do know is that Santa is awesome. He represents selflessness and kindness. He teaches us that Christmas is about giving rather than receiving, something that seems hard to come by most of the year.
I’d rather my daughter learn about Santa than about God and what some book written (and rewritten!) thousands of years ago claims to be true.
That’s why Santa is the reason for my season, not Jesus.