Classic Caterpickles: “Why does Santa miss some kids?”

NaNoWriMo is done (we did it! 50,383 words!), the Thanksgiving turkey is eaten, the leftovers plowed through most diligently, and suddenly, it’s December, and I’m two days late with my Monday question post. If I had been on the ball this week, instead of waddling around in a tryptophan stupor, I would have posted this ahead of #GivingTuesday (a global day set aside for giving back that happened yesterday – oops).

Thank goodness not everyone is as disorganized as me. Way to go, givers! (Tweet via #GivingTuesday)

Thank goodness not everyone is as disorganized as me. Way to go, givers! (Tweet via #GivingTuesday)

I don’t need to point out that I didn’t have it together, do I?

I think #GivingTuesday is a marvelous idea. However, the name does imply that the very best day to give to charity is the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, when your wallets and generosity are already exhausted by Black Friday, Small Business Saturday, and CyberMonday. Bad timing, guys.

If I were in charge I’d put #GivingTuesday on the Tuesday BEFORE Thanksgiving, or if you’re worried about folks being too distracted with Thanksgiving dinner prep, then you could try December 6, St. Nicholas’ day. I know, December 6 is a Saturday this year, but really, if ever there was a poster saint for charitable giving, it’s old St. Nick.

In the interest of encouraging other folks who, like me, might think that because they missed participating on #GivingTuesday, their donations later in the season won’t be quite so meaningful, I’m reposting this Classic Caterpickle from 2012. Just because we were too disorganized to get it together for the big day, doesn’t mean it’s too late for our donation to make an impact, right? 

The then Four-Year-Old inspecting her work on Santa’s landing pad last Christmas Eve. (Photo: Shala Howell)

We are a Santa family. By which I mean that we are fully invested in pretending Santa is real–for the time being. We haven’t picked a quit date yet, but now that my daughter’s five, I guess we are going to have to. On the other hand, she’s in school now, so it won’t be long until external forces impose a quit date on us.

For the most part, it’s been fun to believe in Santa again. I like helping The Five-Year-Old make Santa’s snack plate (which always includes carrots for Rudolph) on Christmas Eve and then checking in the morning to see if Santa and Rudolph have eaten any. I like helping The Five-Year-Old write letters to Santa (which always start off by thanking him for the presents the year before. We’re not timely thank you note writers, but you have to start somewhere). I like leaving notes by the fireplace on the years we travel directing Santa to our Christmas vacation spot. And I loved drawing a huge parking space in the sand the year we went to Panama City Beach, so that Santa would know where to leave his reindeer when he arrived to make the drop.

But when it comes to explaining to The Five-Year-Old why we donate to Toys for Tots every Christmas, life gets trickier.

Colonel William L. Hendricks, USMCR (Retired), founder of the Toys for Tots program. (Photo via the Toys for Tots website)

Toys for Tots began in 1947 when Diane Hendricks gave her husband Major Bill Hendricks USMCR a handmade doll and asked him to donate it to a charity that would give it to a needy child for Christmas. Major Hendricks couldn’t find a single agency that donated toys to children, so he started his own. Over the years, the Marine Corps Toys for Tots program has delivered more than 452 million toys to more than 209 million children. This year, in addition to their usual charitable efforts, they are taking up a special collection for the children affected by Hurricane Sandy.

Our family donates to Toys for Tots every year. Typically, we take The Five-Year-Old with us to buy the toys that we drop off at the local Toys for Tots collection station. So when I learned that Build-a-Bear was holding its annual Stuffed with Hugs event a few weeks ago, I thought it would be a perfect time for The Five-Year-Old to perform a random act of charity. And since the bear would go to Toys for Tots, a program with which she is already familiar, I figured she would have few questions, if any, about it.

Sadly, no.

The Five-Year-Old was highly enthused about going to Build-a-Bear to stuff a teddy bear, but much less enthused about giving that bear away. The usual questions and negotiations arose. You know the drill. You’ve probably had this very same conversation with your own kids.

I certainly have. I was well into my stock response that we need Toys for Tots because not everyone is as lucky as we are, and there are kids in the world who might not get any presents at all if it weren’t for groups like Toys for Tots, when The Five-Year-Old swatted me with this:

“I thought Santa brought presents to all the children. Why does he miss those kids?”

Gentle Reader, I had nothing to say for 45 very long seconds. I was on the verge of disavowing Santa entirely when I remembered my version of the Easter Bunny story. For one reason or another, this spring I didn’t feel like sneaking around the house with jelly beans and chocolate, so I told The Five-Year-Old that Elvis, the wild rabbit who lives in our yard, works for the Easter Bunny, and that Elvis had appointed me to prepare the baskets for our family on behalf of the Easter Bunny.

The Five-Year-Old immediately wanted to be on the Easter Bunny’s team too, so I deputized her and that was that. When we finished the job, we left a note and some carrots out for Elvis to let him know that we’d done our part. Presumably he relayed the report to the Easter Bunny, because the next morning the carrots were gone and I didn’t see the Easter Bunny on our street this year.

I decided to take a similar tack with Santa. I explained to The Five-Year-Old that there is so much need in the world that it’s not right to sit back and expect one man to do all the work for us. We all have to do our part.

That explanation seems to be holding for now. Certainly, The Five-Year-Old seemed to have no trouble stuffing the bear and dropping it in the Toys-for-Tots bin. But while I enjoy all the little games around Santa and the Easter Bunny, and I will be sorry to see them go, it sure is much harder to teach your child that it’s important to care for others when your child’s world is populated by magical beings who are perfectly capable of doing all that work on their own.

How do/did you handle this question with the kids in your life?

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About Shala Howell

Writer of things ranging from optical network switching white papers to genetic testing patient education materials to historical fiction set in an 1880s asylum. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write than the current one), my writerly self can be found blogging about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at Caterpickles.com, or musing about books and the writing life at BostonWriters.wordpress.com.
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