I was watching Polar Express and the big moment arrives when Santa Claus appears. It's supposed to be the sweet highlight of the movie, right? Not for me. I saw Santa Claus and all I could think of was GWB. If only I believed, this mythical figure would come down and make everything safe and magical for me again. I was floored by how obsessed I had become. I figured I'd keep my twisted musing to myself during the post-movie critiques. Then, as I walked out of the theater and my wife said the same exact thing to me.
So my questions are; how do we bring up our kids? Does the need for Santa Claus imprint on their psyche and prep them to be red staters? Do we need to carefully construct a reality based community for our children? Does the Disneyfication of our world have a deep price to pay down the road? Can I ever love Santa Claus again and not feel I'm contributing to the ruin of our civilization?