Butt Hurt Over Santa Claus


Christmas is a magical time and one of the most wondrous things about being a parent when your children are very young is seeing them enjoy the pageantry of the holidays, most especially the Christmas morning Santa Claus joy.

Who doesn’t adore the big S.C? He’s so on trend by totally working and owning a chubby hipster vibe. Just look at his beard and his vintage Nordic leisure suit. Now add in his stunning black boots which I’m sure are organically sourced and locally made and you have the 2016 Hipster of the Year.

Even if you forget about his appearance, which I find very attractive in a North Pole meets L.L. Bean with a smidgen of the Pillsbury Dough Boy thrown in, the dude is amazing! He’s CEO’d an international toy factory for centuries and his overnight delivery system makes Amazon Prime look like sloppy seconds.

What’s not to love?

Apparently a lot, because I’ve been alerted to a new trend – Santa Envy which is basically Santa Hating 2.0. And it’s not the folks that enjoy pointing out that you can’t spell Satan without Santa. Oh no, it’s – and brace yourself for a doozy – parents who are butt hurt over Santa getting credit for a sizeable chunk of their kids Christmas presents.

These parents apparently have self-esteem that is so low they don’t like their children thinking Santa one-upped them in the gift department. As one parent posted on Facebook, “Why should Santa get all the credit when my husband and I are doing all the work?”

A mom took it a step further with this declaration (that for me was a shout out for mood elevating meds). “It breaks my heart to see my kids so excited about what Santa left and then when they tell me how much they love Santa Claus and say nothing about me I just want to cry.”

That lead to a flurry of other posts about how this year many parents are turning the tables on Santa Claus and he’s going to be shimmying down the chimney to deliver socks and P.J.’s instead of American Girl Dolls and Nerf N-Strike Elite Terrascout Remote Control Drone Blasters because the parents desperately want/need/crave that the present credit goes to them.

I’m no behavioral psychiatrist, but I’m thinking these moms and dads may need to chill out over keeping a Santa vs. Parents present tally sheet. If you’re that concerned about getting props from you kid about Christmas gifts then perhaps you need to reexamine your parenting role.

Do you think that at the most fundamental level you have to buy your children’s love? Or equally alarming is your relationship with your children so strained that you feel like you’re in a competition with Santa Claus?

As a seasoned mother let me share that some of my all time favorite holiday memories are seeing my children run into the living room on Christmas morning and experiencing the thrill and marvel of what Santa Claus had brought them. It’s an enchanting childhood moment that sears itself into both parent and child’s soul and teaches children that there is goodness, awe and wonder in the world.

Why would anyone want to mess with that? Why would anyone want to steal that precious experience from his or her children? And why would any parent feel the need to supplant the magical quality of Christmas morning with a “Look at all I got you! This is all from me, me, me! Aren’t I great?” tableau.

If your goal for the holidays is to best Santa Claus then I fervently hope some sort of therapy is on your Christmas wish list.

8 thoughts on “Butt Hurt Over Santa Claus

  1. Jennifer says:

    This is such a sad comment on today’s parenting. Being a grandmother of 2 and remembering my Christmas mornings there is nothing more exciting than watching my grandbabies on this most wonderful of days. The magic of the season shines in their faces every where we go. Why would anyone want to take this away from them.

  2. taramilligan says:

    Um, you legit brought a few tears to my eyes with your paragraph about seeing your children run in to the living room on Christmas morning. Some of my favorite memories, too. My kids think everything they get is from Santa, even though only one or two things actually has his name on the from sticker. That’s okay with me.

  3. Jeanine says:

    We always received our “big” present from Santa, along with some stocking stuffers. Then several presents, not socks, from our parents. I did the same with my kids.

  4. Mean mom says:

    In my house Santa brings the thing no mom in her right mind would buy. Yet another nerf gun with which shoot your brother (or worse, me?) are you kidding me? No way. More Legos for me to step on and complain about? No thank you. A tech toy they really want but will probably only play with for a month or two? Hmmm. That Santa is a softie, though, and just might bring the things that boys love and moms don’t. ; )

  5. Kelly says:

    Who can possibly have a problem with Santa getting the credit for the cool gifts? It only lasts for a short time. Heck, my kids are 18 and 15 and still get the awesome gifts from Santa.

  6. irreverendt says:

    After a certain age all kids know who Santa is so why take Santa away from them to salve your delicate ego>. Sounds like someone that just got elected to office.

  7. Donnadon says:

    Um, if they don’t want to be “outclassed” by Santa in the gift stakes, they shouldn’t tell their kids Santa is real. I have several friends whose kids get gifts from their parents and Santa. The gifts from Santa are all wrapped their own special paper. I was probably 5 when I realized there wasn’t a Santa. Up until the year my mom died I was still getting presents from SC. Geez, sounds like it’s the parents that need to grow up not the kids.

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