Do You Believe in Santa Claus?

Plato used to tell of the existence of two worlds—two worlds of contradiction—one of shadows and the other, as George MacDonald called it, “the land from whence the shadows fall.” The Incarnation marked the elimination of a primary boundary between the shadows and their reality, between the natural and the supernatural, filling up the gulf between the ordinary and the extraordinary. This is clear in the joyful juxtaposition of angels and shepherds, peasants and kings, man and God—and Clement C. Moore calling the sainted Bishop of Myra “a right jolly old elf.” And so he is, despite the decision of many to deny it, even to their own children.

In keeping with the Mystery of Christmas, Christmas folklore delves into those mysteries that surround us—most commonly depicted as fairies, ghosts, and elves. (This is not to say that fairies, ghosts, and elves are not real—there is simply some doubt and disputation as to what their exact natures are.) Such creatures and their traditions usually and casually present other-worldly beings as part of the household and everyday life. It is at Christmastime, though, that their presence is more poignant as they give strong reflection to the fact that the supernatural is not above mingling with the natural—a fact confirmed by every saint—a truth that is strange.

Truth that is strange is a good segue to the saint known as Santa Claus. The strange truth about this mountain of a man is that not much is known about him. Little remains concerning this fourth century bishop, but his legends are large—larger than his life. For one with such scant history, it is wondrous how his stories abound, like so many merry mysteries. St. Nicholas is one of those special saints whose actual deeds are overshadowed by the tall tales those deeds inspired; whose zeal and piety are remembered only in the language of miracles and wonders—miracles and wonders that may or may not be true, but are truthful. The fact is, what is most important about St. Nicholas is not the date he was supposedly born in a coastal town of Asia Minor; it is not how he allegedly suffered under the Diocletian persecution; it is not the theory of his ordination; it is not the records that suggest when he became Bishop of Myra. What is most important about St. Nicholas are not the facts of his existence at all, but rather the fact that he existed at all—an existence that was real enough to become the stuff of dreams.

No one can deny the impact of the fact of St. Nicholas. For all his heresy, Arius could attest truly to the bare fact of Nicholas—especially Nicholas’ bare fist when it struck him like a thunderbolt at the Council of Nicaea and sent him sprawling at the feet of the Fathers. Nicholas was man enough to become a myth, and solid enough to float and blast through the ages like a hurricane. We will never know much about Nicholas, but we do know of his existence, and that is enough for us to believe that he exists to this day. Whether factual or false, Nicholas tossing bags of gold in at poor men’s windows is an indispensable and immortal treasure of holy lore. St. Nicholas’ generosity was so great it has given throughout the centuries: gifts of pious yarns of impossible charity, of resurrecting pickled boys from murderous innkeepers’ brine barrels and saving sailors on stormy seas, gifts of indefatigable mirth and might, of secret presences that bring and even breathe the benevolence of God down the chimney.

The miracle of Christmastide is conjoined to the innocent tradition and truth of this “right jolly old elf,” of jolly old St. Nicholas, who comes with gifts to celebrate and signify the Miraculous Gift of Christmas. And it is a miracle that should be guarded and cherished by every adult who was a child, and certainly by every parent who has a child. Fathers and mothers are really and truly invited to participate in the secret of the saint who comes to eradicate Want and enthrone Abundance on the night before Christmas. St. Nicholas, the patron of youth, forms a necessary alliance with parents to minister to his charges with due affection. Though a merry consortium it is, it is yet a holy one. The events outlined in the beloved poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas” bear the tone and order of a religious ceremony. Silence. Smoke. Gifts. Nods. Communion between the material and immaterial worlds.

Though Dr. Moore’s peaceful paean to Christmas is a voice of whimsical sanity preserved in the domestic fortress, insanity prevails at large. The Christian battle for Christmas is an uphill one—which is the very reason why it is one worth fighting. “Season’s Greetings” and “Happy Holidays” are the prophylactic, politically-correct mantras that smilingly strive to keep Christ and all His kin out of Christmas. Commercialism supplants Catholicism. The mall replaces the Mass. But Santa Claus does not depose St. Nicholas. Though many parents reject Santa Claus as a fib, Santa Claus is true because he is a symbol of truth. Santa Claus represents those unseen powers that are a part of life—the most important part of life. Unfortunately, it is not unusual for Catholic parents not to “do” Santa Claus with their children because of the earthward shift in the paradigms of the modern Christmas season. Those things that the world parodies, however, are very often the very things worth protecting. The world has sold Santa Claus into the slavery of a Christ-less Christmas. Santa Claus’ image has suffered as a result, but only because he was deemed worthy of assault.

It falls to mothers and fathers of faith to shatter the chains and revive St. Nicholas, allowing him to wink and twist his head—giving us to know we have nothing to dread. This is the work and the place of holy lore, creations and cooperations that mingle heaven with earth. Man is not a disembodied soul, and requires bodily things to draw him to the divine—he needs incarnations just as he needed the Incarnation. There is more to the dogma of Christmas than the Gospel. There are symbols and sacramentals that proceed from this source, and Santa Claus is one of them. There are mysteries at work in the world that subsist in the Mystery of the Word made Flesh. Keeping Christmas well, therefore, should include things strange and wonderful—things like elves, fairies, ghosts, and Santa Claus; things that reflect and recall that time when heavenly nature took on earthly nature.

The world is full of mystery—things that we do not understand, but still believe in. St. Nicholas does indeed come on the night before Christmas, and he holds a special and strange partnership with parents. He comes and fills the stockings hung by the chimney with care, but he uses the hands of husbands and wives. Santa Claus is real—believe it—but like a great many things we believe, he works invisibly through visible things.

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Sean Fitzpatrick is a graduate of Thomas Aquinas College and the Headmaster of Gregory the Great Academy. He lives in Scranton, PA with his wife and family of four.

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