So there are a lot of things about Santa that one can explain away with magic:
How does he fit a whole planet's worth of presents on his sleigh? Magic.
How does he travel across the planet in just one night? Magic.
How does he fit down a chimney, or into houses without chimneys? Magic.
Now, I've been watching a lot of Christmas movies these days. There's no snow on the ground and 16 degrees Celsius outside doesn't really get me into the spirit.
In all the Santa-related ones I've seen, in addition to making everything logically occur by magic, there are always parts of the movie that are about the reasons people believe or don't believe in Santa Claus. Most of it has to do with blind faith and believing in the Christmas spirit - kind of like God in that respect, a little bit.
In the end, everyone's faith in the man in red is renewed and they all live happily ever after.
But let's look at those silver screen disbelievers. Santa, to them, is a construct of their childhood, something to be grown out of. There are a myriad of ways in which they can "prove" he doesn't exist. But the one thing that always bothered me was, how can they rationalize that mystery present that's under the tree for their kids (or themselves) on Christmas morning?
Magic?
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We're heading back to Ottawa tomorrow morning. Our flight is at 620, but given that it's Christmas and we're expecting slightly frozen precipitation tomorrow morning, I think we're going to try to get to the airport for around 500. Which means that we need to get ourselves out of bed at around 400 in order to get everything ready for us to be gone for two and a half weeks. Which means that by the time we arrive in Ottawa, with the time difference, we will have been up since 230. I'm definitely going to bed early tonight!
Posted by Ally at December 17, 2008 07:39 AM