“To a carpenter and a teenage girl”
Ramblings on Santa, baby Jesus, and belief in something greater than ourselves
Every year, my family makes the 30-minute drive out to County Line Rd in Madison, AL for Christmas movies at my aunt’s house. It’s been a tradition for the past four years, and while the line up of movies has changed over time, the transition has stayed strong.
Two classics we tend to end up watching are Sleepless and Seattle and Arthur Christmas. While Sleepless and Seattle is arguably not a Christmas movie, Arthur Christmas is the reason I kept believing in Santa Claus at nine-years-old.
When I was starting to have my doubts back in 2011, we went and saw the film, and my belief was re-instated. The S-1 Santa spaceship and the elf army were enough to renew my belief in Santa for the rest of the year.
Thirteen years later, as a grown woman, I have some thoughts about this movie and the hope and faith it gave me.
Arthur Christmas is a great film — not just because it’s funny for kids and adults, but because of its great moral lessons, family drama, and somewhat logical reasons for believing in Santa. The movie spelled out a way for Santa to be real, which wasn’t only believable but felt right.
