The Legend Of Santa Claus

Alone with his dog Max on Mount Crumpit, poor Grinch hated the entire idea of all the Christmas bliss. He had a repugnance for all that participated in such holiday because of the countless rejections he received from the Whos as a child. Many Whos including the Mayor of Whoville himself would ridicule him for lack of better appearance making the Grinch feel remorseful and unfit for the Whos’ standards. For this reason, he stayed far, far away from the Whos and anything pertaining to them. No one quite realized the reasonings for the Grinch’s cold-hearted tendencies and rather just came to the conclusion that his heart was just two sizes too small. So the Whos continued on with the life and the holidays without any thought of the grumpy

What's the most wonderful time of the year? Christmas of course, but this also happens to be the best holiday for deceiving your vulnerable and trusting children. By lying to your kids about Santa, you are setting them up to be skeptical of your future judgement and authority. It can also negatively affect the bond of trust all parents want to experience with their kids.

In kindergarten the entire class learning to write my name we’d received a laminated name tag I wrote my name to numerous times to perfection.

Once the leaves begin to alter their color for the winter, most houses and businesses also change their appearance for the winter. Many families drag out their boxes of red and green to decorate their house for the holidays. Parents may brave a line stretching down the mall so their child can tell Father Christmas, or Santa Claus, what he or she wishes to unwrap on Christmas morning. Some parents question the effect of a child’s health or morals associated with the belief in Santa Claus, but, with research and psychologists weighing in on the subject, there is no tramatic evidence apparent in letting a child have faith in Santa Claus. Evidence gathered may suggest a benefit for children. Children should have the oportunity to believe in Santa Claus because it stems creativity and can improve mental health, shows youth an example of giving without expecting anything in return, and when the time comes, forces kids to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

No matter how old I get, I still can’t sleep on Christmas Eve. As a child, my brother and I would be ushered off to bed early, just to lie there with heavy eyes. We would try so hard to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus. Growing up we are all imprinted with the idea of a portly man in a red suit coming down our chimney to deposit gifts under our tree; that is, if you made the nice list. This ideology is a hundred and fifty year old tradition that encourages a child to believe in a fabricated being in exchange for a reward. As much as our parents try to shelter us from the truth, it is inevitable that we will discover that our beloved Santa is nothing more than a fable. As a child our naivety is attributed to our innocence, but as adults, there is a myriad of information out there for the taking.

The Loss of Innocence: An Explication of “The Death of Santa Claus” by Charles Webb Children often are told the lie of Santa Claus. When kids find out that Santa Claus is not real they do one of two things: they freak out or they are completely calm. On the inside though they’re all freaking out. The mythical amazing man that they’ve believed in all of their lives is a fake and thats a devastating blow. Being told that Santa is not real is often when most children start to lose their innocence.

In my small circle of teenage theater geeks, it’s universally accepted that you are either into it or you aren’t. The first time you’re on stage is like getting an amazing kind of bug that, instead of getting you sick, fills you up to the brim with enthusiasm for the art and never lets go.

But I think that parents concerned with harming their relationship with their kid may discover the revelation of the ruse opens their children’s eyes and helps them see their parents in not a bad but different light. The discovery of the Santa Myth leads to important steps towards maturity like realizing your parents are people, just like you, and aren’t infallible. Having your parents share the truth about Santa and also share their personal discoveries of the myth can actually bring parents and children closer through the realization that they’ve both gone through the same experience. It also brings a new appreciation for parents’ efforts.

“Are you believing in Santa Claus?” Have you asked this question to someone? Children would say “Yes,” but adults would say “No.” This is because children believe that Santa Claus gives them a lot of gifts on Christmas day, but adults know the gifts are given by their parents. Christmas is the most popular holiday all over the world, and most families get together and spend time on dinner in the United States. Children enjoy everything such as Santa Claus and reindeer as reality, but adults just have fun with an atmosphere of the event through Christmas songs and illuminations. What makes the difference between them? The answer is believing in Santa Claus or not. However, even though adults know the man is not real, all people should believe in Santa Claus. Believing in Santa Claus gives everyone benefits such as developing children’s creativity and more enjoyment of Christmas for adults.

This story is about a little girl named becky and when she was in the second grade she santa missed her house and she thought that he was dead. Every year since than she thought he was dead and every time her friends would bring up memories she would tell them the story about what has happened to her in the past with santa. She is 23 years old and she heard someone knock on her door and it was a man with a white beard and a red cap gave her a stocking with things in it and said “I've been looking for you for 23 years”. Now she stills believes in santa. I think that every child should deserve a christmas even if they believe in santa or not. Believing in santa but once you get older and finding out that he doesn't exist anymore is sometimes

What if I was to tell you that the jolly, friendly, and innocent wonderworker that is Santa Claus that we all know and love, didn't always make the ‘nice list?’ Siefker bridges the gap between truth and fiction by embedding the notion that Santa Claus has taken on some strange identities over the past hundreds of years- each varying in name, personality, and drapery. In a daunting and unruly thesis, Siefker unfolds the evolution of Santa Claus and exploited his time as Robin Goodfellow; who is sometimes referred to as Puck, the Pagan fairy of mischief (Wright). However irrational this truth may seem, it is noted that Santa Claus is derived from an accumulation of tales, the earliest of which begin in year 260 AD with the birth of Saint Nicholas

“There he is!” shouted a kid from the back of the back of the classroom in a baby voice.

It was December fifteenth and the air was getting even more crisp and colder. I just knew this Christmas was going to be the best! I was becoming more and more excited for the twenty- fifth to come around. Everything was perfect; the season, weather, even mama’s cooking was on point this year. I felt nothing could ruin this Christmas.

Santa Claus is an imaginary being, based off of the story of Saint Nicholas. Often we teach children myths, legends and fairytales to portray a theme to them on a level that they can understand, or sometimes we pretend something for fun, such as a doll being a child’s ‘baby’ but both we and the child know that the doll is fake and not a real baby. Despite this, I believe teaching kids that an old man drops down the chimney each year to give them gifts is wrong. Firstly, because it sets a precedent in the child-parent relation that some lies are OK, or even ‘good’, and this can have a bad effect on their understanding of honesty, parents should always be communicating truthfully to their child.

Rain pummelled Chanyeol's face and soaked through his coffee shaded hair as he spotted the block of flats he called home appearing in the distance. He made his way to the entrance doors which needed replacing judging from the way Chanyeol always had to barge through them. The doors open, the hinges making an ear-bleeding squeak that he could never get used to no matter how many times he had heard it before. This place was falling apart day by day, graffiti covered the walls with profanities to the point where painters gave up trying to wash it off. Grime smudged across its walls, strung with thick cobwebs and always had a faint smell of cigarette smoke. But it wasn’t a problem, only enough to be a slight annoyance of his day. It was an old