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Should Santa Be Paisley?

On the news the other day I heard the craziest thing – people getting upset about Santa’s ethnicity.


With all the crap going on in the world, this is what people are upset about? So, people seem to want to know if Santa is a white guy. Then the other suggestion was: let’s have a penguin in a red suit represent Santa. HUH??????

12-17-13 Dr. Oz - TurkIn my mind there are a couple of things wrong here. Let’s think logically. Santa Claus or St. Nicholas as he started off being known, was from an area of the Mediterranean around Turkey, Greece, and Italy. The men from that region generally look like Dr. Oz. So, not really a “white” guy, more of an olive skin tone. Then, the guy moves to the North Pole. SERIOUSLY cold up there.

Oh, and no penguins. (Just how would a penguin drive a sleigh anyway???)

As I’ve mentioned before, I am a BIG fan of this season. My belief has always been celebrating Christmas is being with family and friends and enjoying the companionship. I feel it is a blessing to be with those I love and cherish – especially since some are not around…for various reasons. I celebrate the gift of love and pray for peace. It’s watching kids have fun and the wonder on their faces. Just as I still believe in the spirit of Father Christmas, St. Nicholas, Santa Claus what ever one wishes to call the basic core feeling/belief. You may be thinking, well Liz you can do that any time. You’d be right, because the feeling/spirit of Christmas should be year round.

When you hold to the belief that Christmas is a feeling/spirit, in your heart he can be represented in any fashion you want. He could be a short skinny guy with a paisley beard and purple skin. Who cares? Just so long as you see Santa in the image you want. Then keep in mind that people from different regions of the world have differing skin tones. My ancestors came from northern climates, so yes, they were white. My husband’s came from southern France in an area where the Moors invaded, he’s a dark complected white guy. People near the Equator are, to varying degrees darker complected.

So, depending on the specific region of the Mediterranean St. Nicholas came from, he could have been white to olive skinned. He physically wasn’t Latino, Black, Asian, Aboriginal or any other variation, but in your heart he is what you want/need him to appear.

Now, having said all of this, I wish you all a wonderful and blessed Christmas. I wish you all joy, happiness and peace. And, if you get that Radio Flyer wagon you’ve always wanted, then BONUS!!

Eudaímōn which meant “a good or benevolent spirit.”

Today’s Dictionary.com word is one I could really use today! But then, I tend toward a “funk” on cloudy days.

eudemonia \yoo-di-MOH-nee-uh\ , noun:
1. Happiness; well-being.
2. Aristotelianism. Happiness as the result of an active life governed by reason.

From Aristotle, eudemonia comes from the Greek word eudaímōn which meant “a good or benevolent spirit.”

Happiness; well-being, yes it is a state of mind we all strive for. However, occasionally the “dark side” sneaks up on you and you have to work just a tad harder to get past it. So, here’s to the Greek meaning – that a good or benevolent spirit watches over all of us.

OK, I’ve told you folks that I have epilepsy and why I started my business. But I don’t believe that I told you what the cause was.

My Mom was killed by a drunk driver on March 31, 1990. She and a roommate (Mom and Dad were divorced) were celebrating Mom’s birthday – which was on the 28th. Since Mom was an only child, and my Grandparents were living in Florida (she had just gotten back from visiting them) it fell to me to handle many things. Over time when Grandpa’s health got worse, Grandma would call me. Then when her health got bad and caused her death…

Well, stress and my blood sugar drops to an alarming low rate triggered my first seizure. And as the saying goes, the rest is history.

But, the true reason for today’s funk. This year the events from 1990 fall on the same days of the week.

  • Mom’s birthday 3/28 was on Wednesday
  • Thursday we picked her up at the airport from her visit with G&G (nick name for Grandma & Grandpa). She was excited that she got to spend her birthday with them. Mom and I made plans to get together on Saturday to go over everything from her trip.
  • Friday night Mom and her roommate Sandy went out to celebrate Mom’s birthday. Neither lady had a blood alcohol level.
  • Around 2:30am Saturday they hit – head on the drunk driver that killed them. Mom and Sandy died instantly.
  • As you can imagine all day Saturday was a mass of planning to be done. The kind of stuff no one wants to do. Including having to call G&G.
  • Mom’s funeral was Tuesday April 3, 1990.

Normally these days don’t bother me. I’ve gotten past “it” and really no longer wish ill of the drunk driver. Yes, I know his name, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that, I just won’t mention it here. What I do now, and have for a couple of years, is hope that he’s turned his life around for the better.

So, yes I will get past this mood (it helps when I write) and here’s to the Greek word eudaímōn which meant “a good or benevolent spirit.” Here’s to my good spirits watching over me: Mom, G&G. I love you and miss you all.


*Means Your Ever Loving Daughter/Your Ever Loving Granddaughter