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    Santa enters the picture

    A never-believing dad is convinced to play along for the sake of that iconic Nordstrom photo. This presents some problems – least of all waiting in line.

    Santa Claus and the author's daughter, 2006.

    Santa Claus and the author's daughter, 2006. None

    Editor's note: This article originally appeared on Crosscut on Dec. 8, 2007.

    The holidays are a great time for two kinds of people: kids who believe in Santa Claus and adults who like to drink.

    I missed out on the first one due to a dad who believed in honesty to a fault. Most parents tell their kids the usual little white lies about Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, etc. Not in my house. Gifts came from friends and family – not some mythical fat guy who flew around in a sleigh. Sadly, there are no childhood pictures of me on Santa's lap or any saved "Dear Santa" letters.

    I didn't think this was a big deal until I mentioned it in passing to my then-girlfriend, now-wife. She was shocked – and practically offended. Santa was like a god in her family. Her parents had a row of pictures of their three kids on Santa's lap at Nordstrom from infancy all the way into their early 20s. Apparently, their dad was up on the roof with jingle bells yelling "Ho! Ho! Ho!" on Christmas Eve.

    Naturally, my wife made it clear to me that when we had children, we would be lying to them about the existence of Santa Claus. I agreed, thinking it really wouldn't be any additional work on my part or cut into my holiday drinking.

    Fast forward to December 2005. Our little girl is 9 months old. She is in a beautiful holiday dress. And we are in a Disneyland-length line to get our photo with Santa at the downtown Nordstrom with the rest of Seattle. The last time I stood in a line this long was at a Bruce Springsteen concert in 1986. We could fly to the North Pole and back before we can get to the front of the line. It's a stressful situation. Other kids are screaming. Parents are changing diapers on the sidewalk. I'm thinking that maybe my dad was pretty smart to avoid the whole Santa thing.

    We got our photo with Santa. But when December 2006 rolled around, we knew we needed a new plan. No way a 21-month-old was going to stand in a three-hour-plus line.

    First, we tried what we thought would be a slow time – a Monday evening. We got in line just as a helpful elf came by to inform us that the expected wait was about two hours. Two hours! Should we stay? Could they bring us a hot buttered rum? Or just a bottle of rum?

    Just as we made the decision to leave, something surreal happened. The same helpful elf came down the line again and had a quick and quiet conversation with each family. When she got to us, she said, "Just so you know, tonight's Santa is African American."

    What do you say to that? My first thought was, "That's fine with us because we're not racist and I don't really even notice skin color anyway." What I actually said was, "OK." I looked at a nearby sign and sure enough, tonight was African-American Santa night. Asian-American Santa was tomorrow night, and Disabled Santa was next week.

    Now, we are white. But I would have loved to get a picture with African-American Santa. Not for any racial harmony but to see the look on our parents' faces when they saw that photo. But we had already decided to leave, which made for a very awkward situation. We couldn't just walk away after the elf told us about African-American Santa. So we had to wait even longer and then go through this phony production, talking loudly about having to meet some friends as we got out of line. We're not leaving because of African-American Santa, I swear! I was expecting a camera crew to jump out at any moment and confront us. Talk about white guilt.

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    Posted Sat, Dec 8, 8:52 p.m. Inappropriate

    "Just so you know...: ...tonight's Santa is African American."

    How do they decide who gets to tell that to people?

    Posted Fri, Dec 14, 9:24 a.m. Inappropriate

    On a similar note: Heard your story and the one below on the radio today. What a contrast.

    Woman refuses to sit on a "White" Santa's lap

    Posted Sat, Dec 12, 11:09 p.m. Inappropriate

    Missed that piece. But what is a grown woman doing sitting on a mall Santa's lap, anyway?

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