A coworker of mine, whom for purposes of the story I must reveal is black, was talking about dressing up as Santa Clause for his children on Christmas this year.
Not being a part of the conversation, I naturally chimed in.
I said that would not be a good idea.
He asked me why.
I told him that his children have been conditioned to believe that Santa Clause is a jolly old white elf.
He retorted with that he would tell his children that Santa Clause changes colors and ethnicity from household to household.
I scoffed at the very idea, I told him, if it were up to me, I would tell his children there was no Santa or god for that matter. And his idea of a multi-cultural Santa Clause was absurd and he was a fool for even coming up with such an idea.
He got defensive and asked what my deal was.
I asked him, "what about interracial families?"
He said it didn't matter, it was just his kids he was going to tell.
I told him fine, go ahead and show your love to your brats by spewing nonsense lies to them.
He of course stated that I was making too much of a deal out of it.
I then told him that it was imperative to have his kids believe that Santa Clause was a white man that gave out free hand outs to black people because that would prepare them for the real world.
I ducked just in time.
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