It was pizza night at Grandma’s house, a week before Christmas. Everyone was there – my uncle and two aunts, my mama and daddy. And of course there was the bevy of cousins scattered throughout each brightly lit room.
My brother was the youngest of the bunch at the time. Four years old with big eyes, ridiculously long eyelashes and warm brown hair in an early ’90s bowl cut.
The pizza guy was young and asked the routine Christmas question as he handed my dad the pizza boxes above Zach’s little head.
“What’s Santa going to bring you for Christmas?”
Tiny, skinny Zach looked up at him squarely.
“Nothing. Santa Claus is dead.”
The pizza man’s face froze and my dad couldn’t quite muffle his guffaw. This wasn’t exactly how my parents had planned it…
Discussing the Santa vs. Jesus debate over at Deeper Story today – click here to read the rest.
LOL! This is too funny. Definitely a candidate for “Kids Say the Darndest Things.”
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Ashleigh,
Wish I’d run across this piece when I was writing my post called Christians the Santa Question last week. I love it; your perspective is raw and real and wonderful. My husband’s fundamentalist church background echoed in some of the comments your family received. Today he is a big advocate of Santa – with Jesus firmly at the fore..
Thanks for the piece. Loved it. Blessings,
Susan
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That’s HILARIOUS!!!!!!
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