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To: John Chen who wrote (151026)12/29/2002 10:39:20 AM
From: craig crawford  Respond to of 164684
 
Is Santa Jewish?
jewishfamily.com

by Anne Ludden

I've accepted it. I live in the middle of No Where. It's due east of No Place, and just south of No Thing--right smack dab in the heart of the Midwest where the people are proud to be as overwhelmingly white as the blinding snow we are buried in almost every year.

My son came home from his first day in public school after moving here from San Francisco when he was only three. When asked how his day went, he sadly shook his head. "All the Brown People forgot to go to school today, Mommy. They were all absent!"

The next few months were filled with some surprising and very stressful incidents. My son was suspended from school for being "disrespectful" to the principal when he refused to remove his hat. I fought to have my son's brit (circumcision) certification accepted as proof of age in lieu of a baptismal certificate. I had to go to the school board to have absences for the High Holy days excused. Due to the lack of Jewish families here, none of these issues had ever been addressed before.

I painfully learned that our previously unencumbered observance would have to be creatively managed if we were to exist here and retain our Jewish identity. I occasionally incorporated fairly "unorthodox" information into our daily lives so my son would have a strong foundation to face the secular and Christian influence that would otherwise drown him.

By the time Christmas roared in, I was on a roll. My four-year-old son filled with the magic of Santa Claus and flying reindeer. It couldn't be avoided. His kindergarten classroom was filled with Christmas everything, and the perfectly decorated little evergreen tree stood proudly in the corner. The teacher, bless her ignorant black heart, even told the class that Hanukkah was the Jewish Christmas.

Sometime during December that year, I told my son that Santa Claus is Jewish.

My son didn't believe me at first, but I soon convinced him of this little known "truth." You see, Santa is an old Jewish man, who, of course, got so fat from eating too many latkes for Hanukkah. He felt terribly sorry for the non-Jewish children who didn't get to have Hanukkah with all the great food and dreidels and menorahs and stories...

Santa, being the kindhearted man that he was, decided to do a great mitzvah (commandment or good deed). He gathered and secretly delivered toys to these poor non-Jewish kids on one cold December night. To avoid being recognized in his traditional black suit and hat, he dressed in red. Giving joy like this to others was something that brought Santa great happiness, and he continued this tradition year after year.

My son was no longer painfully excluded from the overwhelmingly Christian environment here. He would knowingly wave to Santa on his way by in the mall, sharing a secret smile that only Jews like himself and Santa would understand. He no longer cried when his classmates teased him because he didn’t get to have Christmas. My son knew, after all, that it was a Jewish man who was responsible for giving them gifts.

I struggled with the guilt of filling my son with such lies until one day, as Christmas approached, he asked me about a "giving tree" in a department store. I explained quickly that people take a name from the tree, shop for the items suggested, then donate them so people who need extra things have them.

His eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "Mommy! We have to take one! Please Mommy! Jews give things. We can be like Santa!" I'm happy to report that a disadvantaged family was carefully shopped for that year. I'm also happy to report that my four-year-old son learned first hand the blessing in giving something to another.

I don't think Talmud expected Jewish parents to encourage their children to emulate Santa when it required us to teach the joy of doing mitzvot (commandments or good deeds). Somehow, though, as I looked at my four year old begging me to do a mitzvah, I didn't think it chastises parents for taking advantage of opportunities and circumstances as they are given to us--especially in the middle of nowhere.



To: John Chen who wrote (151026)12/29/2002 10:42:21 AM
From: craig crawford  Respond to of 164684
 
This Santa is truly Kosher
mainetoday.com

By JOSHUA L. WEINSTEIN, Staff Writer

The business card looks as Christmasy as a business card can look. It's printed in red and green. There's a picture of Santa. But in little green letters -- just above the Web site address -- are the words, "Kosher Kid Enterprises."

You may want to keep your children away from this next part of the article: Santa is a 36-year-old Jewish man who sells kosher hot dogs from a pushcart in the Old Port. At least, that's what he does in the summer. Every December, Perry Mogul is Santa 4 Hire. As his business card boasts, he is a "professional Santa Claus since 1988."

"Didn't you know?" Mogul asks. "Santa Claus is Jewish. Think about it. Who else are you gonna get to work on Christmas?"

Santa Mogul is busy. People started booking him in June. On Wednesday, he did a party at Consumer Credit Counseling Service in South Portland. This Saturday, he has five parties, beginning at 10 a.m. in Lewiston -- and he's happy to travel even farther. "I'm willing to travel all over the world," he says. "Seriously. If somebody is interested and takes care of my expenses, I'll go anywhere. . . . I'm not bragging, but when you meet me, people have said I'm the most authentic and realistic Santa they've ever met."

He is good. He ho-ho-hos like nobody's business. He sings. He dances. He jumps. He swears children in as elves. He sends digital photographs over the Internet. "I tend to play a crowd like a comedian plays a room," he explains.

So how did this all happen? How did he learn to be Santa? It all started when he was 7 years old, and saw a Saddle Up Horsie. "I wanted one of those for Hanukkah, and I asked my parents and they said, 'We'll see,' " he recalls. "I knew my Christian friends had this guy called Santa Claus." So he asked his parents to take him to see Santa at a store. "They said, 'he's not for us,' " Mogul says. "They said no, and that was it."

Of course, it wasn't. Mogul is a tenacious character, and he convinced his older sister to take him to the store. He waited in line, and finally was face-to-face with Santa. Except he told Santa that he wanted a Hanukkah -- not a Christmas -- gift.

Santa couldn't handle it. "He said to me, 'I don't do Hanukkah presents. I only do Christmas presents,' and he blew me off," Mogul, who's still smarting, remembers. "I said, 'I know you don't do Hanukkah, but I thought you would pass on my request to whoever the being is.' " Eighteen years later, Mogul heard that Santa would be at a mall in Boca Raton, Fla., where he lived. He called the mall office and bellowed, "Hhhho-hhho-hhho! This is Santa." The woman at the other end of the phone asked him if he was applying for the job. And she gave it to him.

He's been at it ever since. And every year, he's gotten a bit more elaborate. When he walks into a room, he carries a traditional velvet bag full of toys and a boom box playing, "Here Comes Santa Claus." Always, he remembers the Santa who wouldn't promise him a horsie. He vows not to be such a Santa.

When children tell him that they celebrate Hanukkah, he smiles. "I ask them, 'Do you light the candles and say the bruchas?' " He pronounces the Hebrew word for prayers perfectly. "I reach in my bag and I pull out for him and his sister, I pull out two dreidels (tops)."

He will not, however, promise to bring guns. "We stopped making guns at the North Pole," he says.

Mogul loves being Santa, and he has a list of loyal customers. Gus and Marjorie Barber have hired Mogul every year since 1994. He has watched their grandchildren grow older. "He does enchant the little ones," Marjorie Barber said Wednesday. She remembered one year, when her son was late, and she asked Mogul to wait. "He sat down at our baby grand piano and played Christmas songs," she recalled.

It doesn't come cheap. An hourlong show is $100. "That's the going rate for a professional Santa Claus in New York City," he says. "I checked out what Santas were getting, and based on my 11 years experience, with the costuming and the authenticity. . . . You'd pay twice that amount after you see it."