These men are emotional Santa Clauses. They want you to believe in a fantasy that not only do they exists as good men, but that if you are “nice and not naughty”, you will get your gifts, your “reward.“ If he was everything you ever dreamed of in the beginning-you struggle to understand who this man is that has taken his place, and you believe it’s because you’ve been bad. Like an excited, anxious child waiting for Santa, this is exactly the mentality and power they have over you. If you disobey, if you are misbehaving and are “naughty”, they will threaten the way a mom grabs a phone and yells at her rambunctious children “You don’t want me callin’ Santa, do you?” Which immediately calms the kids down.
That’s what these men do. Hope you will buy into the fantasy, so enamored with the concept, the magic, the illusion and the X-mas lights of bullshit they throw your way, that you lose yourself in the “Christmas morning” prospect of your relationship to him. Not only do you believe and have faith in this mythical character of him-you are even leaving out milk and cookies, too. This could be in the form of sex, money, favors or simply your undying belief and trust and love in him-and he nibbles on them. And boy does he love it when you sit on his lap and tell him what you want. Santa did indeed show up Christmas Eve-problem is, he forgot to leave some presents. Always a “problem with the reindeer pulling the sled.” “The ex-Mrs. Claus causing me problems.” Never him.
You begin to question him with the logic that a child growing up to realize Santa may not be real does. “If Santa comes down chimneys-and I don’t have one, how does he get in? “One of the Jewish kids at school says there is no Santa.“ “How do reindeers fly?“ “How does Santa manage to get to every kid’s house in the whole world, in less than 12 hours?“ If you want to believe in this guy-and you do-you accept whatever information he gives you to answer those questions. Hell, none of your friends believe in him anymore, if you are honest about how he treats you. They think Santa is a big douche bag- and they are trying to convince you that you’ve been had. If your living together or married-you may not have any of your own friends around to see thru his game. His friend's of course, remain blissfully unaware like the little elves that they are.
If he can’t answer to your logic- because he knows he’s a bluff-then he turns it on you, again. You are being naughty again! You don’t want to piss Santa off! You don’t want a lump of coal in your stocking, or a lump on your head! This may be the point where you set him off, and he will strike you, if in fact he’s taken to the level of living with you. Or he may throw something, trying to physically intimidate you now. You don’t want Santa to just leave and not give you any presents ever-especially after you’ve waited around so long holding Mistletoe up every time you HAVE seen him.
You try and wait up for a glimpse of Santa, but you don't make it, you fall asleep. He counts on this. When there is no presents....there are excuses why. You accept them the way a child would accept them from Santa, and continue to try and be good, no matter how much Santa disappoints and lets you down. But listen-whatever “Santa” he allows you to see, is like a shopping mall Santa. Fake. The presents that are really on our list are; him showing us respect, care, love, tenderness, sensitivity, commitment or a relationship, period. The “gifts’ he gives are material trinkets, or ethereal, i.e. psychological. Even those are just a facsimile of the Santa he wants you to believe in. It’s not really him. The real good guy he claims or once showed -is about as real as the story of Santa Claus. And Fairies, Unicorns, Big Foot and the Lochness monster. But he’s got you chasing pots of gold at the end of a rainbow, scanning the skies for ufo’s and rubbing rabbit’s feet for luck. You are waiting for him like waiting for a comet- afraid if you miss your chance, it will be another 75 years that his good might come around.
That’s what these men do. Hope you will buy into the fantasy, so enamored with the concept, the magic, the illusion and the X-mas lights of bullshit they throw your way, that you lose yourself in the “Christmas morning” prospect of your relationship to him. Not only do you believe and have faith in this mythical character of him-you are even leaving out milk and cookies, too. This could be in the form of sex, money, favors or simply your undying belief and trust and love in him-and he nibbles on them. And boy does he love it when you sit on his lap and tell him what you want. Santa did indeed show up Christmas Eve-problem is, he forgot to leave some presents. Always a “problem with the reindeer pulling the sled.” “The ex-Mrs. Claus causing me problems.” Never him.
You begin to question him with the logic that a child growing up to realize Santa may not be real does. “If Santa comes down chimneys-and I don’t have one, how does he get in? “One of the Jewish kids at school says there is no Santa.“ “How do reindeers fly?“ “How does Santa manage to get to every kid’s house in the whole world, in less than 12 hours?“ If you want to believe in this guy-and you do-you accept whatever information he gives you to answer those questions. Hell, none of your friends believe in him anymore, if you are honest about how he treats you. They think Santa is a big douche bag- and they are trying to convince you that you’ve been had. If your living together or married-you may not have any of your own friends around to see thru his game. His friend's of course, remain blissfully unaware like the little elves that they are.
If he can’t answer to your logic- because he knows he’s a bluff-then he turns it on you, again. You are being naughty again! You don’t want to piss Santa off! You don’t want a lump of coal in your stocking, or a lump on your head! This may be the point where you set him off, and he will strike you, if in fact he’s taken to the level of living with you. Or he may throw something, trying to physically intimidate you now. You don’t want Santa to just leave and not give you any presents ever-especially after you’ve waited around so long holding Mistletoe up every time you HAVE seen him.
You try and wait up for a glimpse of Santa, but you don't make it, you fall asleep. He counts on this. When there is no presents....there are excuses why. You accept them the way a child would accept them from Santa, and continue to try and be good, no matter how much Santa disappoints and lets you down. But listen-whatever “Santa” he allows you to see, is like a shopping mall Santa. Fake. The presents that are really on our list are; him showing us respect, care, love, tenderness, sensitivity, commitment or a relationship, period. The “gifts’ he gives are material trinkets, or ethereal, i.e. psychological. Even those are just a facsimile of the Santa he wants you to believe in. It’s not really him. The real good guy he claims or once showed -is about as real as the story of Santa Claus. And Fairies, Unicorns, Big Foot and the Lochness monster. But he’s got you chasing pots of gold at the end of a rainbow, scanning the skies for ufo’s and rubbing rabbit’s feet for luck. You are waiting for him like waiting for a comet- afraid if you miss your chance, it will be another 75 years that his good might come around.
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