A letter to Virginia
I was reading a newspaper yesterday when I came across a reference to an old article.
The original article appeared last month and apparently hit newspapers across the world, so I’m not sure how I missed it.
Parents urged to stop pretending Father Christmas is real.
Are these so called experts for real?
When I was a kid, I believed in Santa. It was a magical source of wonderment and excitement. He was also a great source of extra little gifts. As I grew older I began to have my suspicions, not helped by older kids I used to pal around with. Eventually my parents [quite casually] confirmed my doubts and Santa was relegated to the realm of infancy. Did I resent the fact that my parents had “lied” to me about Santa? Not a bit. I was grateful to them for the magic and the pretence. I realised that not believing in Santa was part of growing up, like going to bed later or wearing long trousers.
But these evil [I can think of no other word] “experts” are saying that Santa should be abolished entirely as generations of kids are being taught that lying is acceptable. They want kids to live in a sterile world that lacks colour or magic. Where do they draw the line? Is all fiction to be banned? How about religion? If Santa is a lie then by the same token, so is God. They can’t have it every way. Santa is after all just a childish representation of adults’ God – an invisible presence who judges all and decides our fate accordingly?
I have strong feelings about Santa. I abhor the modern commercialised version – the Ho Ho Ho variety and the ubiquitous red and white fatso that has apparently become the symbol of Christmas – but the Santa that the kids believe in is a different matter altogether. He is a representation of magic and wonderment for kids throughout the world.
I can only imagine that these cunts and their “truth about Santa” bilge had miserable childhoods. Where they brought up in a miserable and sterile world where there was no make believe? Do they really want to abolish a bit of childhood happiness in the name of Political Correctness?
They should read the letter to Virginia.
They truly are evil.
You mean Santa’s not real??? Where do politician’s jobs, expenses, pensions come from so?
Certainly not from the Truth Fairy!
Every Irish child should be encouraged to believe in the fairies. That way they’ll respect fairy fort raths, and place dislodged fairy teeth neatly under pillows for collection and recycling. They should be firmly told never to expect to see or hear the fairies. I always explain to kids that fairies are gene-programmed to dance and sing and sparkle in fairy forts, woods and beside riverbanks only when nobody is around to watch and hear them. May you enjoy a cosy post-Christmas holiday until the new year, slyly watched from behind by flickering fairies. I pose a metaphysical question however: what are the essential differences between angels and fairies, and which species would you do without if you found yourself floating along a river creek in a canoe without a paddle?
A metaphysical answer:
As God is the grownups’ version of Santa, so angels are the grownups’ version of fairies. Should I find myself in the stated predicament I would far prefer the fairies to come to my aid. Apart from being more at home in rivers, streams and woodland, I trust fairies more than I trust angels. I’m not that fond of harp music either.
PROFUNDITY. You missed out on being a metaphysician and a poet, Grandad, but shur, you decided sensibly to be a Grandad instead.
Being a Grandad involves all the above and a hell of a lot else besides.
They lack imagination and they are devoid of creative thought. All they are capable of is turgid brain farts aimed at dragging everyone else down to their grey, joyless level of mediocrity, or preferably, below.
Of course, what the morons don’t realise is that Father Christmas IS real to kids. And long may he continue to be so, bringing a little magic into the lives of those kids.
Christ, there are some miserable gits out there.
I am just amazed at how low they can sink. They really do want a grey joyless world devoid of any kind of happiness even for their precious cheeeldren.
Utter cunts.
If god did not exist it would be necessary to invent him … So we did.
Every time I go unto a Catholic church I cringe at the opulence
Haven’t been in a Catholic church in a very long time! I have always noticed though that the parochial houses are amongst the best in the neighbourhood.
Yes, there are miserable bastards who get their jollies by sucking the joy out of life.
It’s the hallmark of the Politically Correct and the Prohibitionist.
Maybe they’re all what in Harry Potter’s world are the dementors? Sucking out every single happy thought and leaving only utter misery …