Shannon Ralph points out that when you try to protect your son, but fail, it can start to make you question…
Christopher MacNeil tells the story of his personal fall and ultimate rise and reconciliation.
My father, looking to peddle some stolen items, walks into a bar with my sister and me. Who do we see perched on a stool?
For my brother and me, Santa was mortal. In fact, he was many a mortal.
Apologies in advance for opening childhood wounds, but some stories are just too good not to be shared.
Don’t be fooled by the title; this is not a Christmas poem. Jim Elledge channels John Berryman in this unsettling persona piece.
Santa Claus will always exist as long as someone believes that giving is more rewarding than receiving.
Jim Mondry found himself talking with another father about how were going to tell their kids about Santa Claus and realized they had very different takes on the subject.
For kids, it’s the little things that matter. If you do Christmas in any way, Santa’s a pretty influential guy. Why not let him represent all the diversity of the people who love him?
This dad was preparing himself for a conversation with his kids, telling them that Santa did not exist. Then he dug into his own heart and realized he was wrong. Here is what he told them instead.
This dad lies to his kids about Santa Claus but thinks the Shelf Elf folks go too far …