It is probably the most beloved and
well-known Christmas tale ever told.
Well, for a non-biblical story anyway.
It is the story of a secretive old man
who breaks into people's houses one night of each year to leave items
that are made in China, er, I mean his workshop in the North Pole.
I am talking about the time-honoured
poem T'was the Night Before Christmas.
The grand tale of jolly old St. Nick as
he works his yuletide magic around the globe has been shared for
generations.
The poem was written in the 1800s by
Clement C. Moore who also wrote a whole bunch of other stuff as well,
but I doubt many households read those stories aloud once a year.
I recently re-read the poem and it got
me wondering what it would be like if it were written today.
There are so many politically incorrect
aspects to it, someone somewhere would have objected to it, because
in this day and age pretty much everything will offend someone.
'Down the chimney St. Nicholas came
with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his
foot...' – whoa, hang on, wait a minute.
You mean Santa Claus massacres
defenseless animals for clothing!
PETA would be marching to the North
Pole in protest and dogging him at every stop along his Dec. 25 route
if he tried to get away with such barbarism in modern times.
'The stockings were hung by the chimney
with care...' sounds like a potential fire hazard. Let's just put
those stockings in the middle of the room away from the open flame.
'The stump of a pipe he held tight in
his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.'
What! Santa smokes! How can a role
model for millions of children around the world indulge in such an
unhealthy habit?
I read recently where a group wants to
have that part of the poem removed altogether because they say it
will encourage kids to smoke.
I know lots of people who believed in
Santa as a kid and none of them started smoking because Santa had a
nic fit in every house he visited. They started smoking because they
were idiots and the big man had nothing to do with it.
‘He was chubby and plump, a right
jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.’
So let me get this straight, people are
laughing at someone because of their body type; because they are
overweight.
Perhaps he has a thyroid condition, or
some other medical ailment that causes him to gain weight. Perhaps he
is very sensitive about it, maybe it is something beyond his control.
Perhaps that should be changed to 'He
was a weight-enhanced gentleman, who, in spite of his challenges,
maintained a good mental attitude.'
'A wink of his eye and a twist of his
head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.'
That line might read a little different
in a modern United States: A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread because I had a bead on
him with my 9 mm semi-automatic handgun and if he so much as wiggled
his nose he would have more lead in him than a toy from China.'
Not a warm and fuzzy Christmas tale,
but probably accurate.
So, yes Virginia, there is a Santa
Claus, and thankfully his story was told long before it was subjected
to the political correctness of modern times.
Copyright 2015, Darren Handschuh
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