santa baby

if you didnt know, this is not my favorite time of the year. i hate christmas music and its cold out. i am a christian but i dont believe this holiday is reflective of my spiritual beliefs. seeing as how jesus was born in spring, and the only reason we have it this time of the year is to coincide with the winter solstice... dont get me started on the trees. i'm sure i went over all this last year.

but last night, while listening to santa baby for the billionth time, a thought occured to me. when is santa going to die?

i know santa doesnt exist. i never believed in him because my mom refused to let someone else take the credit for her work. there was many times throughout history some man who helped the poor: kris kringle, sinter klaus, etc... and saint nicholas, the patron saint of something. maybe gifts, or kids, or chimneys? eh. but those men have died.

so every year we're laden with images of white men in red suits being the hero. getting that thing you couldnt find. making it all around the world to make sure everyone's happy. and so as a child we believe that the white man is a hero. by the time we find out that its a myth, the damage is done. its too late. and besides, mom lied to us.

i believe that this idea, placed in our minds at such a young age, keeps us from believing women can be the hero. marriages in which women make more money are more likely to fail. my hotel manager is one of two black female hotel managers in the city. we get so suprised and congratulatory when a woman comes to power in government. if we were equals i dont think it'd be such a shock.

so will he ever die? will the subconscious ideals be rubbed out and erased? this man has lived for thousands of years. these ideas have been here for longer. i'm glad my mother refused to try to trick me. i plan to do the same for my kids. keep it real with them. i want to be their hero.