It’s incredible how different sports have turned out to be perfect hobbies to a number of people. Nowadays, the shift to action hobbies is taking place at an alarming rate. People don’t just want to sit down and read a text; they want to be involved in the making process of their hobbies. Through hobbies, […]
James found out that his parents stuff his stockings each year instead of Santa Claus. He is crestfallen. I asked him if he remembered a story you told him about a real live, animal-loving “Santa” that lived long ago, and he did, but neither of us could conjure enough details to make a suitable retelling. Could you please give me a reference to find the story of this previous, real-life “Santa”? It just might save Christmas for a certain young boy who yearns to believe.
I remembered a conversation in which I suggested that the original Santa was a shaman of the Sami, a reindeer-herding people of Lapland, reputed to have the power to call up the winds and fly through the air, and that the reason his coat is red is that it was the flayed skin of a reindeer. I have seen Sami drums with images of a shaman flying through the three tiers of the shamanic cosmos on a sleigh pulled by reindeer. But while there is a rich ethnography on Sami shamanism, I could think of no source that would be suitable for a young boy. So I took on the assignment of writing my own version of the first Santa, addressed to a boy in danger of losing his belief in Christmas magic.
To a Boy Who Found Out It Wasn’t Santa Who Brought the Presents
I heard you found out that it wasn’t Santa who put the presents in your stocking, but people who live with you every day.