Saturday, December 14, 2013

WHITE SANTA


What's up with the constant obsession over skin color? 

Now the Left is complaining that Santa is white. Imagine the horror of a child having to sit in white Santa's lap and get Christmas presents from a jolly old fat white man in a red and white suit.

In my high school, primarily white children, I remember a black classmate, a few years ahead of me. He was popular, a high achiever, honors student and a great football player. I still remember the standing O he received at graduation. I don't know if anyone cared that he was black.

My white grandchildren have white and black friends. They don't seem to care what color they are. So why does a young person care what color Santa is? Or anyone is? I can't imagine a child would care unless some adult brought it to the child's attention.

I admire and love my friends for a variety of reasons, nothing to do with color of skin. I see humor, warmth, shared values and how we relate to each other. Content of character comes in people of all colors, ethnicities, sizes and shapes, as does lack of character.

So sad. Isn't it way past time we see people for who they are and not what color they are?