Holiday imagination
Why do people lie to their kids about the Easter bunny and Santa? Only sets them up for disappointment later in life.
You know…I don’t entirely think life should be completely devoid of imagination and fantasy. Like in the movie A Little Princess when the girl’s father tells her about dolls coming to life. (By the way, EXCELLENT and intelligent movie parents, save your bucks on the CG animated random animals crap like Bee Movie, Surf’s Up, etc and buy this movie for the kid instead. Here, let me make it easier for you. Same price as a single movie ticket these days, even.)
On the other hand, do people think me so wicked that if I ever raised a kid, I would not be doing the Santa Claus / Easter Bunny thing in my household? Really, I just don’t get it. Lie to a kid for nine or ten years about something. Then after that, tell the kid “oh sorry, but it was all make-believe.” Why not avoid doing that in the first place by not practicing that to begin with? You can still have your presents under the tree or fun easter egg hunts, but just simply remove the lie behind it.
Then again, I guess people need “something” to believe in. Is this so different than adults believing in religious icons….or even in the concept of “love” and there being one person out there JUST for them?
Actually, another thing that fascinates me is how Christian holidays have been morphed with different fantasy icons. I guess non-religious people needed something to appeal to them on such holidays as well, but you’d think they’d come up with something cooler. Like my version of Christmas would involve a man named Hermie Ramrod, a fat and overweight retired porno star breaking down my door with a woman around each arm just for me to deck the halls with. But before that, he’d sit on my couch and roll a joint.
Or instead of a damned rabbit for Easter, I think it should be a walking and talking lawn gnome. If anyone spots him, Easter Gnome would run up and kick them square in the shin and call them a pussy.
See? I’m not so bad at holiday imagination after all.