bebu said::: Requiring that government officials and employees, and especially teachers, avoid saying anything that might offend the mythological sensibilities of various people is obviously unworkable and ridiculous.
: I agree with that. We don't need any more legislation. We need more consideration.
Actually I was talking about both. I mentioned things like "should we expect...?" not "should we legislate?"
Legislation is obviously a bad thing for this, um, 'problem'. But my discussion is largely about whether "we" -- meaning "people in general" -- ought to expect that folks like teachers have "consideration" (or whatever word we can agree on) for the multitudinous nonsensical and false beliefs that are always to be found in a large group of people. I claim that it's not possible to do that uniformly and without creating many far worse 'problems' than a child discovering from a teacher that there is no Santa Claus.
: And I realize that there is "consideration" in wishing to be always honest with a child. It is a good thing--I recognize that concern. I don't think that teacher helped the parents, because she made their motives suspect.
No, the parents' lies being uncovered made their motives suspect. Had they not lied, there would have been no problem. Lies usually lead to trouble, no? That particular child could also have been told the truth by any number of others. Should whatever person who might have happened to tell the truth to the child be castigated as some are castigating that teacher? I don't think anyone should be castigated for telling the truth about such things. If anything, parents who tell warm, fuzzy lies to their children out of nothing more than tradition need to think hard about what they're doing.
When I was very little, my parents had a habit of saying, "A little bird told me that you did such and such." Both of them made very sure to make both me and my brother believe that a real little bird talked to them. I didn't believe it particularly, but one time I questioned my Dad strongly about it. He claimed that for sure it was a real bird. For a time I believed him. After all, my own Dad wouldn't like, right? Wrong. He did, and my Mom supported him. After awhile I realized that it was a lie, but neither of them would admit telling us this lie. Believe me, that put a huge blot on my trust of them.
: My Christmases growing up were like out of Calvin and Hobbes. A lot of cookies, lights, snow, presents, music, crafts, and a benevolent soul who loved kids enough to give them presents--even if they weren't so perfect. I thank my parents for that terrific gift each year as a child. It wasn't just the day, but the whole season we loved.
That's all wonderful, but it could just as well have happened without the myth. In fact, it probably would have been better, since you would have seen that Mom and Dad loved you and gave you presents even though you weren't perfect. Why is it better that some jolly old fat man in a red suit, who you never met, 'loved' you?
Having grown up as a JW, I now envy many of the traditions that come so naturally to folks like you. We do Christmas with all the trimmings now, but we just don't have the tradition that makes it such a special thing.
: Of course, Hobbes is only a stuffed tiger, snow is cold, cookies crumble, and Santa doesn't exist either. But I do know that when there is real love in the midst of it all, to me it more than justifies the magic of a Christmas legend. Love is what makes life worth living.
True, which certainly overflows at our house in this wonderful season.
AlanF