Review and long (warning:) explanation of why 2 stars:
The Great Santa Search is the 3rd book in a series of The Christmas Chronicles.
The first – The Autobiography of Santa Claus was amazing. I LOVED learning about the history of Santa Claus. The second was interesting and charming – How Mrs. Claus Saved Christmas, another historically based Christmas story.
This third book, I nearly gave up on. It is the story of a reality TV program where the audience chooses who they think is the real Santa among 10 contestants. I really dislike this type of television entertainment. So the story was at times, pretty annoying. But after reading the first two books in the series, I had come to love and enjoy this real Santa Claus, and his narrative of his immortal life and his purpose in participating in such a silly competition.
I was relieved to arrive at the final chapter of this final book in the series. Then in the middle of that chapter, Santa presents his final remarks to persuade the audience how and why only he can be and is the real Santa.
And this last chapter was a reminder that, if I'm not loving a book, unless it is very offensive, I almost always "plow through it" knowing that there is almost always something interesting and often inspiring, to learn.
The following is Santa's final 3-minute presentation at the end of the competition. It reminded me a little of the movie "The Miracle on 34th Street".........
“Good evening. It’s less important for you to know who Santa Claus is than why Santa Claus is. Perhaps that sounds rather confusing. Let’s talk about it.”
“By many different names—Santa Claus, St. Nicholas, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, Pere Noel, Grandfather Frost, and others—there has been widespread if not universal belief in a special holiday gift-giver for centuries. When the legends began, like most tales they were based on some truth. If we had more time, I would tell you of my early days as a simple young boy named Nicholas, when I lived in a country called Lycia and gave my first gifts to young girls who desperately needed dowries to be married. You can find these things in history books. I promise you, the information is there.
“But in time the gift-giving was linked to me, and people began to speculate what this St. Nicholas looked like. There were paintings of me with a white beard, wearing a red cloak trimmed with white fur. In the 1860s, a very talented American artist named Thomas Nast suggested in his drawings that I lived at the North Pole, which was eventually true, and that I was helped in my gift-giving mission by elves, which wasn’t true. As I said, most legends begin with truth, but the tale-tellers add colorful details that have more basis in imagination than fact. And another important fact is that Dutch settlers brought their beliefs in me to America and when their children told English-speaking children about me the way they pronounced St. Nicholas was ‘sintnicklass’, which the English children heard first as ‘sinter klass’ and eventually as Santa Claus. That is how I got the name most of you call me. And, over time, my friends and I, very special companions, though they’re certainly not elves—became welcome in homes all over the world. In different places and by different names, we are expected on December 25 or December 6 or January 6. And we are glad to oblige.”
“The present confusion over who is Santa began, I believe, in 1841, when a friend of mine who owned a general store in Philadelphia hired someone to impersonate me one Christmas season. He thought having a pretend Santa in his store would boost holiday sales, and he was right. It took some time, but others eventually followed his example. Soon there were so-called Santas everywhere. How very confusing for everyone! But, always, there was really only one Santa, and that was me.
“So that’s the history of who Santa is, but it is more important to know WHY Santa is. I began giving gifts in times when most people didn’t have enough to eat, or sandals to wear, or blankets to keep them warm at night. So I gave these things for hundreds of years, until it was explained to me by wise friends, that it was just not possible to give something to everyone. Children needed most to know they wee loved, so I must concentrate on them. Something lasting and joyful was required, because food would be quickly eaten and clothes outgrown—that was how I came to bring toys.”
“I come to many of your homes on Christmas Eve, December 24, because on Christmas Day you celebrated the greatest gift of all, God’s gift of his Son. Jesus was sent to give us comfort and hope. He was proof of God’s love. There are some who do not believe in that, or in me. This is your right. But I do hope you at least believe in giving comfort to those who need it. I hope you believe in love.
This can be a terrifying world. It would be wrong to ignore its faults and its dangers. But there is no greater gift than caring for others and making sure they know you care. Yes, I bring toys, but I want you to understand that those toys are a symbol of love. They are not meant to make you forget the bad things in your lives. They are intended to remind you that goodness exists, too, and hope. My gifts are not supposed to be distractions from evil. They are proof of the goodness that exists, of the hope that is always possible, and of the dreams which might still come true. This is why there is Santa Claus.”
"Some people believe in Santa Claus all their lives, some believe for a while, and some never believe in me at all. What few ever realize is that no matter what you do or don’t believe, each of you has the ability to be Santa Claus. At Christmas or any other time of year, if you take it upon yourself to give a gift with the intention of reminding the recipient that someone cares, that happiness as well as sorrow can be part of each life, then you and I are the same. You, too, are extending the loving, gift-giving tradition that goes back to the original time when the Wise Men brought their gifts to the baby Jesus. The bond between us is not the gifts I give you, but the love and caring that is extend from one person to another.”
“In any of your lives, the time has come, or will come, when for one reason or another you’re no longer sure that I exist. At the moment, you’ll have to make your own decisions about Santa Claus. But I hope you’ll remember one thing. Whether you remain a true believer, or believe for a while, or never believe at all, so long as you do your best to be a kind and caring person, Salta Claus will always believe in you. Merry Christmas.”