He Sees You When You’re Sleeping…


Not having ever believed in Santa Clause, I never really considered how creepy it might seem to a kid that some short, fat, elderly elf is watching them ’round the clock. In fact, I snickered behind those kids’ backs, wondering how they could buy into such an obvious lie. Seriously, flying reindeer? little elf minions? How did they explain the fact that even the meanest, rotten kids usually got gifts from someone?

I’m probably stoking a fire here that I am not prepared to put out, but please join the discussion understanding that I don’t have kids myself and I’m not telling you what you should or shouldn’t do. But, as a Christian – what do you tell your children about Santa Clause? I’ve heard some argue that to endorse Santa is to tell your children a bold-faced lie. I’ve heard others declare that you’re robbing your children of fun and fantasy to reveal the truth about the jolly old elf. Can you combine Jesus and Santa?

The undeniable truth is that Jesus does watch you – 24/7, while you’re sleeping and awake, sitting and standing, running or hiding.

Ps. 139 says, “Where can I go from your Spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven you are there! If I make my bed in the depths you are there! If I take the wings of the dawn and dwell in the midst of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast.”

But there’s a very good reason that God watches you! Your life depends on it!

He will not let you stumble;
the one who watches over you will not slumber.
Indeed, he who watches over Israel
never slumbers or sleeps.
The LORD himself watches over you!
The LORD stands beside you as your protective shade.
The sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon at night.
The LORD keeps you from all harm
and watches over your life.
The LORD keeps watch over you as you come and go,
both now and forever. ~ Ps. 121:3-8

2 thoughts on “He Sees You When You’re Sleeping…

  1. As a parent, I’ve never enjoyed playing Santa. Part of the reason is that when I found out there was no Santa I felt severely betrayed by my parents, the two people I trusted more than anyone else in the world. Another reason is that I’m really terrible at it. One particular Christmas morning comes to mind when my young son had to stare at his motionless monster remote control vehicle because apparently, Santa didn’t know the charger was sold separately.

    I became a Christian as an adult, long after the birth of my kids and suddenly, the Santa game felt more rediculous than ever. I imagined having to explain later, “Yes, that’s right, Santa is not real, but Jesus is. No really, you can trust me this time!”

    So why do I still do it? Well, because my parents did it, and everybody I know does it, and because well, my daughter loves it. She loves the fantasy, the suspense, the magicallness of it all. Last year she asked me if Santa was real. I said, “Do you really want to know?” She said no, and ran away. So, I think she knows the truth, but wants to maintain the illusion.

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