Scarlet, Sleigh, and Gift: How the Story of Santa Claus Reflects the Gospel

Christmas lights in the snow

I love this time of year: twinkling lights and glittering stars against the early dark; crimson and gold entwined in the rich green of wreaths and trees; the world-silencing wonder of the first snow; frost-flowers on window panes; the merriment that feels age-old and ever-new. This time of year, the story of the Myth-Become-Fact of Jesus Christ, the child of prophecy, reimposes its majesty, mystery, and closeness to our waking lives.

As I said in my last blog post, I really miss putting together “Leaf by Lantern” podcast episodes. I still don’t have the time to record, edit, and publish the audio, but I’ll keep writing out prose episodes as long as I have fairy tales and folktales to talk about.

For this episode/essay, I looked through a few fairy tales that could fit into a Christmas theme until I realized that there is a fascinating folk tale right at my fingertips to explore: Santa Claus. It is deeply sad that many have tried to replace the wondrous Incarnation, in all its holiness and mercy, with the story of a jolly, plump man who delivers presents — like replacing the sun with a cheap flashlight. But as I think about the tradition of Santa Claus, specifically the American version of the story I grew up hearing, I realize that it’s one of the better-known folktales of our age. Though it does have aspects of legend (history + fiction) going back to St. Nicholas of Myrna, who was a historical figure, elements like the North Pole, the reindeer, and the toyshop with elf employees have been added in and retold dozens of times. The “folk,” the common people, have made it our own. And like all good folktales, it points to the gospel.

Literary and film retellings of the folktale range from mythic and enchanting, like The Legend of Holly Claus and The Polar Express, to goofy, like Elf, Klaus, and The Santa Clause, to sweet, like the Prancer movies and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, to tongue-in-cheek, like Red One of this year. Storytellers draw out the threads they like and reweave and reinterpret them: giving Santa various elaborate backstories, explaining the origins of the reindeer and North Pole workshop with greater detail, and incorporating other characters that the audience can relate to. I wrote a Santa retelling myself a few years ago, one of my favorite of my own stories, “Flight of the Gift-Giver.”

So I’ll look at the legend/folktale of Santa Claus in the same way I’ve looked at various fairy tales and ask:

  • How do the images in this story reflect the gospel?
  • How would a Christian artist who crafts a retelling of the Santa folktale do so in the light of Scripture, using the Bible as the reference for truth and beauty?

I’ll look at the images of Santa himself, the sleigh, and the naught vs. nice list.

Santa: Man and Myth

Most of the Santa figures I’ve seen in retellings portray him as jolly and silly, a good-hearted buffoon. He’s grandfatherly and more regal in Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street and something more of a warrior in Rise of the Guardians. Michael Ward’s book Planet Narnia, which traces medieval planetary symbolism in C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia, helped me to understand the Father Christmas who appears to the four children as a jovial figure, embodying the kingliness, magnanimity, wisdom, benevolent sovereignty, and peaceful prosperity of the medieval idea of Jove.

I see several Biblical images to work with in any retelling’s version of Santa:

  • The color red as luxury — The tabernacle and temple were full of “fine twined linen and blue and purple and scarlet yarns” (see Exodus 26:1 and many other verses in Exodus) and the wife of noble character of Proverbs 31 is “not afraid of snow for her household, for all her household are clothed in scarlet.” Scarlet or purple is a royal color, luxurious and lovely. Whether your Santa is stately and majestic, a kindly grandfather, a holy fool, or a more complex character with secrets and struggles of his own, I would not be afraid to lean into that regal aspect. He’s kingly, with authority over some sphere.
  • The color red as a representation of sin — “Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.” (Isaiah 1:18, ESV). Red is the color of blood; the blood of bulls and goats atoning for Israel’s sin over and over, never enough, and the blood of the Lord Jesus shed once and for all as the Lamb of God. The paradox of a color that represents sin and the deliverance from sin is fascinating. How might your Santa represent the paradox of sin and redemption? How could he reflect the Messiah who was made to “be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God” (2 Corinthians 5:21)?
  • Santa’s entry through the chimney — I don’t want to overanalyze this image (it may partly be functional — just a way of explaining to children why Santa doesn’t need a housekey) but I find it intriguing that Santa enters from above through an avenue normally reserved for fire. It reminds me of the Lord sending down fire in judgement on Sodom and Gomorrah in Genesis 19; in proof of His sovereignty in 1 Kings 18; in an outpouring of the Spirit with wind and tongues of fire at Pentecost in Acts 2. The fact that Santa comes with gifts instead of judgment reminds me of Christ who came to offer sinners a hope undeserved. How might the chimney/fire from above/hearthfire factor into your Santa’s abilities and character?
  • Santa as undying — Santa is an old man but immortal. He represents an age-old hope that never dies. While his joviality is, well, Jovial (again, the medieval idea of Jove is of a kingly, generous, serene figure), I also see a possible link to Saturn or Father Time. He serves as a foil for Christ, who came as a child and will never age or die. How would ageless age affect the character of your Santa?

Whether you’re drawn to the goofy or the phantasmagorical in developing your Santa, I would argue one last thing: the imagery of the Santa tale is good. I don’t see a good case for making him a villain. I might also suggest exploring Santa’s role as a guide between the ordinary and magical, like Mary Poppins or Peter Pan: someone who knows the deep secrets of the world and helps others on their quests, their journeys towards happy endings.

The Sleigh and Divine Intervention

The image of Santa’s sleigh pulled by flying reindeer past a gigantic moon is iconic. The sleigh’s passage from sky to individual homes links it with many passages about heaven meeting earth, the divine intervening in human history, the Most High reaching down to our humble estate to rescue us. The image of the flying sleigh coming at night reflects the image of Christ coming to us as light in our darkness, life to our shadow-lives of spiritual death.

But Santa’s flying sleigh intersects beautifully with another of my favorite Biblical images: the “chariots of fire and horses of fire” that come for Elijah the prophet when he “went up by a whirlwind into heaven”at the end of his life (2 Kings 2:9-12). Since reading this story in nightly Bible story time when I was little, I have a fierce, aching jealousy of Elijah’s flight from earth.

Thus the Bible has two glorious images you could use to beautify a Santa Claus retelling:

  • Divine intervention — Light in darkness; a redeemer who “descended”; a healer who comes to a land of terrible sickness; the Gospel of John, Paul’s letters, and many other passages of Scripture give soul-stirring metaphors to teach us what Christ did by coming to us. The more you can emphasize the sleigh as representing heaven’s reaching down to earth — joy in the midst of despair, the healing of a sickness, the lifting of a curse, the fall of an evil dominion, delight that overcomes despair — the closer you can bring your retelling to the mystery of the gospel.
  • Wind and fire — If you really want to dress up Santa’s sleigh, the fiery chariot and whirlwind of 2 Kings 2 could set your story ablaze. The image of fire in the cold of winter (apologies to anyone in the southern hemisphere who celebrates a warm Christmas) is also a beautiful one. The image of Elijah’s fiery chariot also connects with Santa’s entrance through the chimney . . . it’s intriguing how much fire lies hidden in this story’s images.

The Naughty vs. Nice Lists: The Law and Grace

At first glance, the naughty vs. nice list of the Santa folktale is nothing but the old, cheap trick of scaring children into good behavior. At second glance, it’s even worse: pharisaical works-righteousness and legalism, the lie that you can save yourself by Following the Rules. Spiritually, we are all much worse than naughty and deserve much worse than lumps of coal; that’s why we need grace.

And yet . . . as I look at it, the naughty vs. nice list and threat of coal vs. gifts could actually match up to the gospel in a different way. I’m reminded of Paul’s words about the Old Testament law: the law was like a guardian for the people of Israel (see Galatians 3). It was good in that it taught them the difference between sin and righteousness, holiness and defilement. The problem was that they could not keep the law on their own. They failed again and again by worshipping idols, intermarrying with other nations, or even with disobedient hearts as they keep the outward tenets of the law (see the entire Old Testament, or for a good picture of the situation, Isaiah 1). So the naughty vs. nice list may actually have that truth in it, the difference between right and wrong. And apart from Christ, we are all in the wrong.

The threat of getting a lump of coal instead of a gift has some interesting implications as well. In Isaiah 6, the prophet Isaiah is dismayed to find that he, a sinful man, has seen the Lord in his temple, attended by seraphs. In response, one of the seraphs brings him a flaming coal and touches it to his lips. “And he touched my mouth and said: ‘Behold, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for’” (Isaiah 6:7, ESV). In a Santa retelling, an artist could take the disappointing gift of coal and turn it into something ironically wonderful and mysterious: something that purifies, restores, and redeems.

What about good gifts that are alternatives to coal? I don’t feel that plastic toys and mindless entertainment make the best symbol for the awesome gift of eternal oneness with the Living God. But as I thought about it, the idea of a child’s toy as something meant simply for joy and wonder, not a tool for labor or education, reflects the gratuitous, abundant richness of God’s goodness. If coal could be something glorious, what would a more direct symbol of divine grace be? I had a couple of ideas:

  • A gold ring — Gold as a nod to the golden streets of heaven; a ring as a sign of the covenant between Christ and His Bride, the Church
  • A key — Something that would open doors to adventure and mystery in your story, and also reflect Christ’s possession of the key of David (Revelation 3:7)
  • A dove — A living creature who acts as a guide, counselor, comforter, or helper, as a nod to the Holy Spirit
  • A music box or musical instrument — Something of delicate workmanship that makes music, an outlet of praise and awe

Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas! May good stories, feasting, and fellowship renew our wonder in the love of the Mighty King who clothes us in righteousness, washes us white as snow, descended into our darkness, and gives us the gift of Himself.

“The Seal-Catcher and the Merman”: The Sea, A Healing, and Gold


A few weeks ago, I looked up at the slender crescent of gold moon, exquisitely curved, and realized I could see the dark orb of the moon it outlined. These days of November have been a rush of warm, radiant days; leaves drifting slowly down to a crunchy, fragrant carpet; raindrops glittering on red crabapples; heart-shaped Japanese maple leaves on stone steps; thousands of acorns littering the grass; plump squirrels racing up and down trees, shaking the branches; dark evenings where the stars come out long before bedtime.

I love this time of year. The rush of busyness has felt somewhere between an overwhelming tsunami and a welcome high tide after the stillness of summer. Some of my favorite holidays are ahead; I get to wear cozy socks and sweaters, put up twinkle lights, sip ginger tea, and shiver happily in the chilliness that is not yet brutal cold.

In this cozy, glittering season, I miss preparing Leaf by Lantern podcast episodes. Researching, drafting, editing scripts, recording, editing audio, and producing for this podcast turned out to be too many hours of work for me with a full-time job and other commitments, but I loved studying fairy tales in the light of Scripture and dreaming about how Christian artists could approach retelling them.

I decided to indulge that literary/scholarly/artistic part of myself again and discuss one of the tales I had on my podcast episode to-do list, “The Seal-Catcher and the Merman,” in written form in this post.

“The Seal-Catcher and the Merman” is a Scottish folktale, very Scottish depending on what words you use in the telling. It’s a close kin of the “Selkie Wife” tale I talked about on the podcast.

“The Seal-Catcher and the Merman”: A Podcast in Written Form

The purpose of the Leaf by Lantern podcast was to explore “retelling fairy tales in the light of Scripture”: discussing how a Biblical perspective could guide an artist who is adapting a fairy tale into a novel, play, musical, short story, poem, or other written art form. See episode 1 for the full explanation of the project.

I began each episode by reading aloud my own “iteration” of the fairy tale to a) familiarize everyone with the story, and b) avoid the copyright issues of reading aloud someone else’s version. Here’s my iteration of “The Seal-Catcher and the Merman” from here, here, and here. Then, I usually discuss 2-4 images in each tale, how they relate to Scriptural images, and how Scripture could inform a retelling that includes that image. For this folktale, I’ll talk about the images of the sea, the healing, and the gold.

Once upon a time, on the cold north coast of Scotland, there lived a fisherman who was especially famous for catching seals. Some in the village whispered that the larger seals he caught, called “Roane,” were not seals at all, but merfolk who felt and spoke as humans do, but he laughed at their tales.

“The bigger ones catch me a better profit!” he said.

One morning, the Seal-Catcher snuck up on a large seal sunning itself on a rock and stabbed it in the side with his knife. The seal fell into the sea with a cry of pain, taking the knife with it. The Seal-Catcher went home in bitter frustration, as he had lost his catch and his favorite knife as well.

At twilight, he answered a knock at his door. A handsome stranger with a black horse stood there. There was something strange about the stranger’s face and appearance the Seal-Catcher could not name, but he thought it must be his fine coat and air of wealth and authority.

“I need a number of seal skins right away,” said the stranger. “I’m told you are the best seal-catcher in the north.”

“That may be,” said the Seal-Catcher, “but I can only get you a few seal skins so soon.”

“I know a place where a number of seals gather,” said the stranger. “Come with me, and I’ll make you rich.”

Eager for such a catch, the Seal-Catcher mounted on the black horse behind the stranger and rode off with him. They rode far up the coast to a lonely spot along a rugged cliff.

“We’ve reached the place,” said the stranger, dismounting and telling the Seal-Catcher to do the same.

“I don’t see seals here,” said the Seal-Catcher, surprised and beginning to be afraid to be with a mysterious stranger in this lonely place.

“Then come and see!” said the stranger, and he seized the Seal-Catcher and dragged him off the cliff into the blue sea.

The Seal-Catcher was terrified, but he could not resist the stranger as they hurtled into the waves and down, down, down, far below the sunlight. He gave up all hope until he found that deep as they were, he could breathe.

They descended into a rocky cavern full of shells in shimmering rainbow colors. Dozens of seal swam about there, and to the Seal-Catcher’s astonishment, they seemed to be crying and lamenting. He received another shock when he realized that he had brown fur and flippers just like they did. He had taken the form of a seal.

The stranger, who had also taken a seal shape, turned to him. “My father, the king of the merfolk, was wounded this morning by a knife,” he said. “Do you recognize it?” and he produced in his flipper the Seal-Catcher’s own knife.

The Seal-Catcher fell to the ground, begging for his life, believing that he had been brought there to be killed. The seals in the cavern crowded around him, gently rubbing him with their noses and assuring him that no one would harm him.

“I didn’t bring you here for revenge,” said the stranger. “I brought you for healing. Come.”

He led the Seal-Catcher into a glimmering chamber in which the seal he had wounded lay, desperately sick, with a great wound in his side. “Lay your flippers on his wound, and he will heal,” said the Seal-Prince.

“I have no power to heal,” said the Seal-Catcher in fear and surprise, but he obeyed, laying his seal flippers on the king’s wound. Immediately, the wound closed up and the bleeding stopped.

The seals turned from lamenting to rejoicing, crowding around the king and the Seal-Catcher. “I will take you back to your wife and children now,” said the Seal-Prince, “on one condition: that you will never harm a seal again.”

The Seal-Catcher made this promise. The Seal-Prince carried him back to the surface, where they regained human shape, and rode him back to his house on the black horse.

When they arrived, the Seal-Prince let the Seal-Catcher down and took something out of his pocket. “Never let it be said that we took a man’s livelihood and gave him nothing in return,” he said, putting a bag into the Seal-Catcher’s hands. Then he rode away.

The Seal-Catcher opened the bag and found it full of shining gold. The seals had made him rich for the rest of his days.

The End

The Sea of Chaos

As I talked about in the podcast episodes on “Aspittle and the Stoorworm” and “The Selkie Wife,” the Biblical image of the sea is the realm of chaos. In the Lexham Bible Dictionary, D. Sarlo puts it this way:

In some Old Testament passages, the term “sea” (יָם, yam) is used to refer to the chaotic abyss that was the original state of the world prior to creation. This primordial sea was believed to have covered the whole earth (Gen 1:1–2:4a; Pss 18; 29; 89; Job 9:8; 26:12–13). . . . Walton notes that ancients imagined the primordial sea as encircling the earth like a serpent (Walton 2006: 166–167).

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Walton, John H. Ancient Near Eastern Thought and the Old Testament: Introducing the
Conceptual World of the Hebrew Bible. Grand Rapids, Mich.: Baker Academic, 2006.

For more on the Biblical imagery of the sea, I recommend the Bible Project’ recent episode, “A Mountain Rising from Chaos Waters.” Andy Patton also has some beautiful articles on water/sea/river imagery in Scripture on his Substack, “Pattern Bible.”

Interestingly, the sea in this Celtic folktale is not exactly the same as the Biblical sea of chaos, but it’s not a complete counter-image, either. Like “The Selkie Wife,” “The Seal-Catcher and the Merman” portrays the sea as the home of seals, merpeople, or selkies: gentle folk who, in those particular stories, are the targets of human violence and greed. But Scottish fisherfolk who got their living from the cold Atlantic and knew the brutality of winter storms wouldn’t view the sea as the realm of happy and innocent fun, either.

But in one particular aspect, the folktale rings true with a Biblical image: the sea as a place of reckoning. Lost in the waters of chaos, the rebel realizes the weight of his sin and cries out for rescue.

The parallels between “The Seal-Catcher and the Merman” and the book of Jonah are unmistakable. Like Jonah, the Seal-Catcher is going determinedly his own way, when he is dragged into the sea by force (Jonah 1-2). It is after they’re dragged under the waves that each character realizes his wrongdoing and repents. In that repentance, they receive a new life. Jonah’s prayer in Jonah 2 is a stirring depiction of death and rebirth:

From Jonah 2:2 (ESV)
. . . I called out to the Lord, out of my distress,
and he answered me;
out of the belly of Sheol I cried,
and you heard my voice.

Death (in Sheol, the grave) and rebirth; purification and repentance. There’s also an echo of baptism (see 1 Peter 3:18-20) — with the important distinction that baptism is a willing declaration of belief, and being dragged into the sea is involuntary (fairy tales and folk tales are never exact allegories of Scripture).

For anyone retelling “The Seal-Catcher and the Merman,” I have a couple of suggestions when it comes to handling the image of the sea:

  • Take your audience there — Just as Jonah’s prayer captures the sea in vivid poetic images, give your readers as concrete and vivid an image of the ocean as you can. (“All your waves and billows passed over me”; “The roots of the mountains” — in his prayer, Jonah brings us down with him). This suggestion is something of an obvious one since concrete, detail-rich prose is an ingredient of all good writing, but I think it’s crucial here, where the physical experience of near-drowning is so closely tied to spiritual death.
  • Explore oceanic myths, legends, and tales — As rich as this folktale’s images here, if a writer wanted to expand it into a novel or a full musical, they would need to expand the plot. The world is full of fascinating and beautiful oceanic myths and legends: Poseidon and his trident, merfolk, krakens, the Land Under Waves, Tír na nÓg, Atlantis, the Fata Morgana, the lost paradise in the Arctic. I would try to keep hold of the rich images of this folktale, but broadening the character list and worldbuilding of a longer story could add new richness. The paradoxes of oceanic chaos and wonder, wealth and destruction, secrets and adventure resonate across all traditions.

The Laying on of Hands

The Seal-Catcher’s ability to heal the Seal-King’s wound is an inbreak of grace in the story; he is no healer, and putting your hand on a wound does not ordinarily heal it. In fact, there’s an old superstition that if a murderer touches the dead body of one of his victims, the body will bleed. The Seal-Catcher’s touch here does the opposite, healing what he harmed. What fascinates me is that it’s an act of grace, but not grace for the Seal-King; grace for the Seal-Catcher, who is given, undeservedly and unexpectedly, the power to restore what he marred.

In Scripture, the “laying on of hands” is a sacred act. In Matthew 19:13-15, the disciples rebuke people who bring children to the Lord Jesus “that he might lay his hands on them and pray.” The Lord Jesus then says one of His most remembered and beloved sayings: ““Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven” (ESV). Then He lays His hands on them and goes away. The Lord Jesus heals others by layings His hands on them, including a woman who was bent over with a disabling spirit for 18 years (Luke 13:10-13).

In Mark 16, the Lord Jesus gives the power of healing by the laying on of hands to believers: “And these signs will accompany those who believe: in my name they will cast out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up serpents with their hands; and if they drink any deadly poison, it will not hurt them; they will lay their hands on the sick, and they will recover.” (“Mark 16:17-18, ESV, my emphasis). This promise blossoms into glorious fruition in the book of Acts, when the apostles lay their hands on people and pray for them so they receive the Holy Spirit (Acts 8:14-19, Acts 19:6) or receive healing (Acts 9, including the day when Ananias laid his hands on blinded Saul the persecutor and prayed so that God restored Saul’s sight).

Physical healing, and receiving the Holy Spirit — two blessings that link heaven and earth, the material and the spiritual, the temporal and the eternal. In “The Seal-Catcher and the Merman,” the image of a Seal-Catcher laying his hands (well, flippers, since he’s in seal form) on the wounded side of a king and watched the wound seal itself and disappear beautifully illustrates divine grace, redemption, restoration, and the gift of Christ-followers becoming like Christ. The Seal-Catcher’s very identity changes here: he goes from killer to healer, ravager to repentant and forgiven sinner. It reminds me of C.S. Lewis’s The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, how Aslan, the King of the Wood, extends his royalty to the children by crowning them as kings and queens under him.

For any Christ-follower who creates a retelling of “The Seal-Catcher and the Merman,” I would recommend a couple of things when it comes to this part of the story:

  • Make the identity change clear — A storyteller has a whole treasure chest of resources when it comes to depicting an identity change. Names; clothing; occupation; house and home; relationships; habits; speech patterns; a significant change to any of these can signify an identity change. Because of the change in his spiritual identity, the Seal-Catcher at the beginning of any retelling should act, feel, and even look dramatically different than the main character at the end.
  • Honor the concrete details — Touch is powerful. A Biblical laying-on-of-hands articulates something beyond words. In any retelling, I would do my best to hallow this moment with a vivid description: long or short, metaphorical or literal, memory-laden or present-focused, this would be a moment where eternal realities make themselves known in our time.

The Grace of Gold

I love the ending of this folktale. The Seal-Catcher has gone through a total heart-change and identity-shift from careless laughter to repentance, killing to healing, and death to life. The Seal-Prince’s gift of gold encapsulates the inheritance that believers have through the Lord Jesus. We are not only delivered from sin and death, but gifted oneness with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit (John 17) and eternal communion with God in the glorious New Jerusalem (Revelation 21). In the goodness of God, our cup overflows (Psalm 23:5).

It’s a delicate thing to try to portray the joy of forgiveness without risking melodrama or overemotionalism. Staying in the realm of sensory details, in a retelling of this folktale, I would think through how the physical world would look and feel to a man who has been forgiven and made rich, like this: the colors of the sky, the familiar things of home, and thoughts of the future. My writing teacher, Jonathan Rogers, has talked about how good prose helps you see out of a character’s eyes and not your own (see his online course on writing lessons from The Hobbit), so that you teach readers what this person is like by displaying what they notice, how they see. What would a redeemed Seal-Catcher feel and notice? How would a new man treat the world he knew?

How do we believers see and walk in this world of stars and seas, knowing how fully we’re forgiven, and how deeply we’re loved?