Earlier this month, my family and I took a short road trip and visited the what’s credited as the world’s first theme park. No, we didn’t go to Disneyland or Coney Island, or a Six Flags location. We traveled to Santa Claus, Indiana, and visited Holiday World and Splashin’ Safari.
I’ve never been the type to cave to peer or societal pressure, yet if you ask me why I kept telling the Santa lie long after I wanted to boot him out on his jolly ass, that’s the reason I’ll most likely give.
Every Christmas season the debate starts again over whether to tell your kids about Santa Claus. On one side, the parents who want to preserve the magic of the holiday; on the other, people who smugly claim they’ll never lie to their children or who object for religious reasons and want to put the Christ […]
Nine days ’til Christmas! The excitement is palpable in my house. MiniB is especially excited because Santa will be coming.
Ah, Christmas. It’s the celebration of little white baby Jesus’ birth, or really, the celebration of the golden calf of consumerism, overindulgence, and trying to figure out how to manage your racist Republican uncle, who thinks Newt Gingrich is “a man with his finger on the pulse of America.” Christmas. What the holy holiday hell?