And here on the last Sunday of Advent, we need to deal with a competing story. But it would probably be more accurate to say that we have to deal with a godly story that has been encrusted with many layers of foolishness. But let us take away those layers, and ask—who was the original Santa Claus?
St. Nicholas of Myra (a city in Turkey) was a fourth century bishop. He was renowned for his kindliness to the needy and to children. He inherited a large fortune which he gave away, establishing orphanages, hospitals, hostels for the mentally infirm. Legends of course spread concerning his generosity, which included him delivering gifts secretly by night. During his time, the famous Council of Nicea was held, and according to one legend, the orthodox Nicholas slapped Arius in the face for his blasphemy. Following the legend, Nicholas was then defrocked for this breach of decorum, but was later reinstated as the result of a vision. It should be obvious to us as Protestants that some of the medieval follies concerning veneration of saints were already at work here.
The man became a bishop, the bishop became a saint (in the medieval sense), and stories spread concerning his ability to continue his generosity, even though he had long been with the Lord. The stories all had many variations, but generosity was at the heart of all of them. These different European stories came to America from many directions, and they all went into our famous melting pot also.
The Scandinavians brought their conception of him as an elf. The Dutch brought their name for him (Sinterklaas). In 1808, Washington Irving wrote of story of him as a jolly Dutchman. In 1822, a poet named Moore gave us the Night Before Christmas, getting rid of Irving’s horses and wagon, and subbing in reindeer and sleigh. Then in 1863 the famous cartoonist Thomas Nast gave us the popular conception we see all around us today.
The issue for us is not stockings by the chimney, or other harmless customs. But we must learn from this that if we do not tell our stories faithfully, they will gradually change over time until they become quite unrecognizable. With a story like this—one that has in the minds of many supplanted the story of the Christ child—we have to remember that St. Nicholas probably would have slugged somebody.