Daddy is Santa
You started out believing the lie about Santa. Eventually, logic and the slow realisation that it would be embarrassing to believe something none of your friends did won out and you pushed back enough to force an admission from our parents.
So you face up to the brutal truth.
This is a story that plays out around December of every year in an endless cycle.
Some people say – one could even say there is universal consensus – that it is healthy for the child to indulge in the fantasy. Let the kids be kids; even if we have to lie to them. We convince ourselves that it is innocent or that it is a tradition. These Christmas experiences become part of the stories that enrich our lives.
The problem though, is that we carry this indulgence into our adulthood. We continue to live in a fantasy world filled by beliefs about our abilities and beliefs about how the world works that are completely unrealistic. We think we fit into the world by being near the centre, where most if not all revolves around us.
This misguided belief is not caused by the initial belief in Santa, but it is symptomatic about what seems to be an innate human trait. It starts by us believing someone magical will fulfil our wishes and then morphs into believing we deserve good things. And worse, that we are actually pretty good.
There are exceptions to the rule, but a good start is for us not to think we are the exception. Chances are:
- · You are not that attractive. (You may still be loved by someone and someone may countenance your visage – but being loved is not the same as being pretty.)
- · You are not that smart. (Hello bell-curve.)
- · You can’t sing. (Australian Idol thrives on that.)
- · Your customer service sucks. (Research shows and customers will tell you so.)
- · Your start-up idea sucks. (That is why you can’t get funding.)
- · Your friends are just not that in to you. (That is why they never call.)
- · Your blog posts aren’t that interesting. (Google’s got nothing against you; they don’t care enough.)
You don’t deserve to be healthy or happy. The universe owes you nothing. There is no Santa.
Is that reason to despair?
Of course not:
You are not built like Usain Bolt and you will never run as fast. But you can train harder, run faster and run further.
You don’t cook like Nigella, but you can enjoy the meal.
You don’t sing like a Nightingale but nothing needs to stop you.
Being pretty, smart or perfect in anyway is not a prerequisite to living life.
Accepting your limitations and giving life a fair old crack despite those limitations is the true hallmark of a life well lived.
Being deluded about how great you are, either means you have been watching too many movies or read too many self-help books. Or you have never lost faith that a Santa still exists and his sole purpose is to delight and surprise you.
Well, he doesn’t. Santa is your dad. Get over it. Christmas is just as much fun giving gifts and knowing who gave you a gift – even if you have to go the shop to buy it.