Halloween will make your child scream (36132)

While growing up, the only Santa Claus I believed in was a fat, cheery, robust, white Santa. He was the one I waited for to climb down the chimney and put a favorite toy under my tree. In fact, I was conditioned by the media that Christmas was a day when you got something without doing anything, other than being a good boy or girl throughout the year.

I must say, however, at this junction, that my parents did balance my material desires by taking me to Sunday school and church every Sunday. This impressed in me the real meaning of “Christ-Mass,” which is the entrance of God’s son into the world. That belief became the center of my life and impressed me to realize that it was more important to give than to receive.

Getting back to Santa Claus, I had always been presented with a white Santa and truly believed he could take care of my wishes. I did, however, wonder why there was not a Santa who had the hue of my skin, but as long as he could do the job of giving me gifts, I didn’t pass judgment. I did, however, wonder how one Santa could do his job adequately. In fact, I also wondered how he could slide down a chimney exposed to all of that soot and come out white!

While working at Gertz department store, management decided that they would have a white and Black Santa back-to-back in their toy department. The children, Black and white, would line up in long lines overworking the white Santa. No one, including Black children, wanted to sit on the Black Santa’s lap.

When I observed this, I suggested to management that they have one Santa at a time and not give children an option. When this took place, it was amazing how all the children, Black and white, were glad to sit on the Black Santa’s lap. It was said by Jean Bruyere, “Children have neither past nor future; and what scarcely ever happens to us, they enjoy the present.”

Finally, I would like to close with this song that I wrote and was recorded by Brook Benton, which still plays worldwide;

“Soul Santa”

Since nobody has seen

Santa on Christmas

When he steals down

the chimney with care

Wouldn’t it be so revealing

If Santa had black,

kinky hair

Now, I know his cheeks

wouldn’t be rosy

But you could tell it

was cold

When you saw his

ed underwear peeking

Over his soulful jellyroll

Now, Santa is a fine

soul brother

He loves all his fellow man

And he’ll do anything

for you

At least all that he can

But no matter what

he looks like

No matter what you’ve

been told

There’s one thing

about your Santa

He has that thing

called Soul!

Have a blessed Christ-Mass and healthy New Year!

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