Never Yet Melted links to the story of the substitute teacher in Pennsylvania who told first graders not to believe in Santa Claus.
LICKDALE — Jamey Schaeffer stretched her mouth open wide, showing off a pair of twin gaps in her smile. With a mouthful of fingers, she said she has no interest in two front teeth for Christmas.
Instead, she’d like a Barbie doll from Santa Claus — and Santa Claus only.
But a substitute music teacher almost came between the 6-year-old and a Christmas Eve spent dancing cheek to cheek with sugar plums.
Theresa Farrisi stood in for Schaeffer’s regular music teacher one day last week. One of her assignments was to read Clement C. Moore’s famous poem, “A Visit from Saint Nicholas” to a first-grade class at Lickdale Elementary School.
“The poem has great literary value, but it goes against my conscience to teach something which I know to be false to children, who are impressionable,” said Farrisi, 43, of Myerstown. “It’s a story. I taught it as a story. There’s no real person called Santa Claus living at the North Pole.”
Some of the first grades went home crying.
Later, Farrisi explained she believes Santa is religious.
A secular public school should not be propagating any kind of religion. The belief in Santa Claus as a divine, magical, omniscient, powerful, giving, loving father-figure, to whom children are taught to make supplications and requests, is a religion indeed — a distorted substitute for the Judeo-Christian God.
On Christmas Eve, my niece Virginia, a six-year old in first grade, read The Night Before Christmas (originally A Visit from Saint Nicholas) all by herself. The next day I overheard her discussing Santa Claus with Joshua, who’s also in first grade. Joshua had been explaining how Santa gets his sleigh to fly and delivers thousands of presents. “Obviously, it’s magic!”
“I have a friend who thinks Santa Claus isn’t real,” she confided to Joshua.
“That’s silly!” Joshua said. “Who eats the cookies?”
“I think Santa is real,” said Virginia.
“Of course, he’s real,” said Joshua. “He’s got magic. That’s how he does it.”
They went on to a serious discussion of real and unreal Santas. Some are “store employees,” Joshua explained. Virginia, who believes a Santa who asks your name can’t possibly be keeping a list of who’s naughty or nice, had been greeted by a Santa who’d been tipped off by her mother. “Virginia! Good to see you!” Santa said. “That was a real Santa,” she said.
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