Two days ago I put my curious hands on this book :
I picked it up and quickly went through it to see that the Santa I remember..died.
My Santa looks like chubby grandpa with silver mustache and doesn’t care about environment.
All he feels is a great joy to bring gifts and loud laugh to children.
My Santa doesn’t need to take care of recycle materials or how to safe energy, because the energy he runs on comes from some magical sources that only my imagination can know.
My Santa is not green for sure.
He was always red and heavy.
He is not an Afro-American.
He is not Jewish.
I don’t care who he actually is and what his priorities are.
All I care is to cuddle on his lap and get a doll. Just one time a year…
I don’t want to see the Santa as a Fitness Trainer next year.
I don’t want to see Santa slim next year.
I want to remember my Santa like so :
Please, please, writers, publishers and editors – don’t try to change our childhood stories.
We certainly don’t need Santa to teach us how to recycle our gifts or how to safe energy in our night lamps, by which we dream about chubby man floating on a sky without an electricity cord!
UPDATE!
Very nice discussion about this topic is happening on GTMR.
samples below :
- ” isn’t that red chubby american Santa an invention of Coca Cola…??”
- ” I can understand holding on to what we knew as children. I personally loved the Peanuts and all their holiday movies, The great Pumpkin, The Easter Beagle, It’s Christmas Charlie Brown… However, I do appreciate this new conciousness being introduced to children. It’s better than Bratz dolls, and video games like grang theft auto. I probably sound like a prude but, a gun is not a toy and little girls should not dress like mini hookers “
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