Why we chose to be a “no Santa” home
Disclaimer: The following is simply an explanation of one family’s decision to exclude Santa Claus from their Christmas experience. It is not intended to be a polemic against any personal decision you have made. It is offered without judgment or criticism that you may have made for your family. The author is not telling you what to do, how to do it, when to do it, or why to do it. Merry Christmas.
I don’t remember how we came to the decision to exclude Santa Claus from our family experience. I can tell you that it was no monumental decision. Both Kelli and I were raised in homes where Santa had been welcome, and neither of us had been scarred irreparably by it. Neither of us were hagiophobes who feared Saint Nick, or even the specter of a manic, white-bearded man wearing an over-sized crimson jogging suit climbing down our chimney in the middle of the night with a large sack filled with home electronics slung over his shoulder. We just made a calm, rationale decision that our home would be Santa-free as much as it was up to us to do so.
