In the vast majority of stories involving Santa Claus, the jolly old man
with a red suit and white beard does not have any children. Every once
in a while, however, a writer decides to change it up. Such is the case
with James Patterson’s santaKid, illustrated by Michael Garland.
SantaKid
is narrated by Santa’s daughter Chrissie, a Scandinavian-looking girl
with long blond braids and a red knit hat. There’s a hyperactive tone to
her narration, in which she rambles and interrupts herself and bubbles
over with enthusiasm, so anxious is she to tell her story. Her dad
doesn’t look like Santa most of the time, and in Patterson’s hands, he
doesn’t magically start looking like Santa at Christmastime either;
instead, he wears a padded suit and dyes the beard that he grows out
only toward the end of the year.
The paintings are fairly
appealing, especially of sweet, spunky Chrissie and the reindeer. The
two-page spread in which she sits in her father’s sleigh with the
reindeer hitched up is especially impressive. Santa’s Joe Schmo
appearance takes a little getting used to, but he’s a lovable guy no
matter what he looks like, and that comes across here. Meanwhile, the
villainous Warrie Ransom, a ruthless business tycoon who forces Santa to
sell Christmas to him, looks quite ferocious as he sneers up at readers
from the page.
“You have to believe in something bigger than
yourself,” Santa tells his daughter when she asks how he manages to pull
off his Christmas Eve flight every year. This becomes her mantra, and
she clings to it when she decides to go up against the cold corporation
that seems bent on ruining Christmas by manufacturing shoddy,
inappropriate toys, cultivating a spirit of despair among Santa’s elves
and renaming the holiday Exmas.
I appreciate the
anti-commercial slant of the book and Chrissie’s chutzpah in standing up
to the big bad boss, who turns out not to be quite as tough as he
looks. Of course, like The Year Without a Santa Claus
and other stories in this vein, the plot hinges on “saving Christmas,”
which means “allowing Santa’s deliveries to happen”. But it would still
be Christmas without Santa’s presents.
The idea of believing
in something bigger than yourself is a good one but is deliberately
ambiguous. It’s not surprising that a story from the perspective of
Santa’s daughter would equate Christmas with her dad, but that
particular implication has always rubbed me the wrong way. On the whole,
however, santaKid is a cute story encouraging children to stand up for what they believe in.
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