Hello dear readers... I know all of you are used to reading my wife's post about hair and this is the first time I contribute to her precious baby and feel honored that she'd asked me to this.
Christmas is very important to us, especially to my wife. My wife never celebrated Christmas as a child. Well, let me rephrase that, her mother did what she thought was right and celebrated Christmas the only way she could due to her lack of funds and stability.
My wife was told at a very young age that Santa Claus was not real, just like the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. She was further told that her cousins were receiving gifts, but the person bringing gifts at night was in fact their father, (Elena's uncle). I'm sure that her mother found it imperative to made this revelation to the children because she had no resources to buy Christmas gifts for them.
Seeing my wife celebrate Christmas for the last seven years, it has made me realize she is trying her best to give our children the best childhood memories she can which is something she was unable to experience as a child.
Like any married couple, we discuss everything that involves our children. We came to a decision and put it into to play. What I admire most about her is her determination to keep my family's traditions alive as well as start our own so that our children may share them with their children one day.
Some have asked- Why do you have a Black Santa?
The decision to write about this came before Megyn Kelly, a Fox News host stated during her show that "Santa is White". You can read about it here: Fox News host Megyn Kelly "Santa is white’ comments, calls critics ‘humorless"
This is my memory of days before Christmas. When I was a child I could not wait for
Thanksgiving Dinner to be over with. Mainly because I knew the very next day it
was time to put up our Christmas decorations.
Every year my father and I would hang a
big picture of Santa Claus over our front door.
I am sure some of you will remember and relate to that very notion. There was a particular year when my father
placed a new picture covering the door, well, at least I thought it was new, I
didn't say much at that time other than to state the obvious, "that's not
Santa Claus!, Santa Claus is white".
As any inquisitive child, I looked
closely to the picture and realized it was the very same cover we had used on past years, the difference was, someone had "colored" Santa's face a
nice rich coffee brown.
My father didn't give a long
explanation, in fact, he didn't respond to my statement at all. He just granted me a quick glance and continue to decorate.
I was about six or seven years old at that time, and yes, my Wife will
probably tell you that is the time when Moses parted the red sea, but don't let
her fool you. I can assure you I'm not that old.
Either way, that was quiet some time ago
but I can recall this conversation very well.
After my father, sisters and I finished decorating our Christmas
tree, it was time for a well deserved cup of hot chocolate. As we sat drinking our chocolate and watching
TV, our parents decided to joined us. After the TV show ended, my dad asked
me, "Bill, tell me what do you think of the black Santa on the
door?" I responded: "It's kind of funny because everyone knows Santa
is white", my dad continued by asking "Oh, really, is that what you
think?"
My father was not upset by any means. He
continued to tell me that he had spoken and seen Santa and that he was in fact
"black". He then proceeded to ask, "Bill have you ever seen any white man bring presents over to our house, ever? The only persons you see
here are black right?"
I had to agree to that, during Easters,
Birthdays or during any other holidays, the only people that brought us any
type of goodies were black. My father was never
mean, that was never his style. What he did explained to me was that Santa Claus
takes on the color of the people he is delivering presents to. (i.e. Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, etc.) Well, that kind of made perfect sense to me.
For the next few years after we would put
out our Santa Clauses that had been "painted" black. But one year, my
father came home with a new box, it had a new Santa in it, and when we opened
the box, I could only smile!! The new Santa Claus was black!, not painted by my parents but one that was created to be black and sold at stores! My first thought was "how cool is that!!"
Now, as a father it is important that my
children know that although white Santa Claus is highly advertised. Santa Claus comes in every color, it just depends on who he is delivering
presents to.
In our house, I am black, my wife is
Hispanic and our children know they are the perfect mix. They are perfect because they are a
combination of mommy and daddy, and they have the best of our two worlds. A combination of our hair down to every feature on their face.
As my father instilled in me, just because a black Santa Claus is not highly
advertised and not often seen, it doesn’t mean he does not exist. Our children get to see that fat jolly guy
who brings toys to all the good boys and girls as someone who looks like
him. Though my son may not know this
now, but one day he will help the jolly fat black guy deliver toys to his very own
children.
I believe that having something or
someone good that the looks like the children makes it easier for them to relate to and bring a
sense of pride and gives them a positive self image of themselves and people who look like them. After all, different races make up this
wonderful world that we live in.
So, to all, have a Merry Christmas and
to all a good night!
