My wife and I decided very early in our marriage not inoculate our children beyond that which is legally required. So, our boys were never vaccinated against Christmas. I know, I know; so many parents, these days, do. However, we have decided the benefits outweigh the risks.
So, although Santa Claus delivers presents to our house on Christmas Eve, like he does across the globe, he’s not some fat guy from the North Pole. He’s a saint. Saint Nicholas of Myra to be specific, a member of the Communion of Saints with all its mystery and power, of which one can become a part.
And though we exchange gifts on Christmas morning, we focus on the Real Gift that is Christmas: The Christ Child, with all His splendor and glory.
Finally, we celebrate Christmas by going to Mass, as the name of the day implies.
Our pediatrician displayed concern when she first heard of the odd behavior of our youngest, who was, at the time, two-years-old.
“Do you want a sticker when you leave?” she asked at the end of his appointment.
“Can I have two, please?” he kindly requested.
“Two! Why do you need two?” she sternly questioned.
“For my brutha,” he added, with the cutest two-year-old mispronunciation.
“Your brother?” she asked with a gasp.
My wife and I turned towards each other and exchanged glances.
“Yes, he’s always looking out for his big brother,” my wife softly interjected.
“WHAT?” the kind doctor added with disbelief. “He’s two. Two-year-olds are supposed to be only thinking about themselves … totally self-centered.”
Humbly, we lowered our gaze. Of course, she’s our family doctor. If anyone was aware of our beliefs and practices, it would be her.
When our oldest son turned nine this year, he already started to show the contagious effects our anti-modernist decisions.
He is constantly thinking of others; and this Christmas, he has become really good at wrapping presents — all of which are from him to other members of the family.
Just last week, he turned to me and suggested that he needed time to buy his little brother a gift. As a Dad, I quickly became concerned.
“It’s kind of pricey gift, Bud,” I said. “Are you sure you want to spend that much?”
“Yes,” he replied. You should have seen the look on my face when he told me that already saved enough money.
“You better be careful,” I warned.
“Careful?” You see, he’s not yet aware that our decision as parents has made his immune system vulnerable to love and kindness.
“Yeah, it looks like you have caught the spirit of Christmas,” I added. “Like Saint Nicholas, you might turn into a Claus.”
To which, he proudly smiled. Yes, the benefits definitely outweigh the risks.
Have a merry Christmas and a joyous new year!
James Henry is the author of Corporation YOU: A Business Plan for the Soul, ‘Twas, Hail Mary series, and two children’s books: The Second Prince and Klaus: The Gift-giver to ALL! To contact James or book an interview, please contact Mark of Goldman/McCormick PR at (516) 639-0988 or Mark@goldmanmccormick.com.