What if Santa was diabetic? What would you leave for him on Christmas Eve? This is a suggested topic that I saw in an article a couple of weeks ago that talked about blogging during the Christmas season. I found the topic to be potentially whimsical. But, I also realize that diabetes is a serious situation that is affecting more and more Americans each year because of unhealthy lifestyles.
Diabetes has been a part of my life as long as I can remember. I don’t have it but it has been prevalent in my family history. It was one of the contributing factors that lead to my dad dying almost four years ago. Now it is moving down the generational line. Each of my siblings and I are genetically predisposed, and unfortunately, so are our children. Some days I think about it and promise myself that I will take care of my body so that I don’t get it, and in the end, hope that I just don’t get it.
So at this time of year when so many treats are shared between friends, neighbors, and co-workers; when holiday parties bring out the tastiest – and least healthy – dishes, what are we to do? Enjoy it all and hope we don’t end up with a belly to rival the jolly head elf? Here is a question for you to ponder: As you partake in the holiday festivities that lead up to Christmas, and when I say partake I mean eat plenty of unhealthy food that tastes so good you don’t care about the calorie count or sugar content, what will you end up leaving for old Saint Nick to eat when he comes delivering to your house?
There have been times at my house that the treat plate left on the coffee table consisted of the left-over treats received from neighbors that my kids didn’t like. I knew that they would get eaten, so we made sure to set them out. There have even been times that my kids wanted to leave out carrots, apples and oranges. They were mostly for the reindeer, but Santa was welcome to help himself too. Especially since the sweet treats were usually stale or overcooked cookies.
What about some sort of drink? Would you leave milk out where it could go sour? Anytime I think about that, I am reminded of two scenes in the movie “The Santa Clause” with Tim Allen. The first night he goes around delivering presents he is seen by a little girl while at her house. She asks why he didn’t drink the milk she left with the cookie. Since he didn’t want to be there in the first place, he quickly responded that he was lactose intolerant.
The second scene takes place one year later at the same house with the same girl. By this time Tim Allen’s character has embraced the whole Santa thing and gladly goes to drink the milk. He almost gags because he thought the milk had gone sour. He says as much to the girl and she responds that it is soy milk because of his intolerance to lactose. I don’t recommend that. Maybe a nice juice, or even just plain water.
I would hate to think what the blood sugar levels would really be if the scenario were true. Can you imagine the number of cookies, pieces of fudge, and other treats that Santa would be eating if he ate at every house he stopped at? I don’t know how he would get out of my neighborhood without vomiting from excessive sweetness. But maybe that is the trick. I don’t know. I don’t want to even think about it and the visual images it creates. Oops, too late.
I think that this year I might have to convince the kids that leaving treats for Santa isn’t a very healthy thing to do. Maybe we will leave a taco left over from dinner. Maybe we will make him a ham sandwich. If I were Santa, I would want a nice filet mignon, cooked medium-rare, with a side of garlic mashed potatoes and candied yams. (Hint, hint.) Really, isn’t that what he should be eating? It provides some carbs and protein that will give him energy to go from house to house delivering presents. And he won’t have an energy crash like he will after eating so many sugary treats.
I think I am on to something here. If healthier eating makes Santa lose weight, he can stuff his clothes with pillows like all of the other “Santas” you see at the shopping mall. And if he doesn’t lose the weight, well, at least we can sleep soundly knowing that he is getting a good meal to help him along. ‘Cause after all, we don’t want to lose Santa to diabetes, and I am sure he doesn’t want to hassle with taking insulin. Why complicate things?
Just another view from a Palmtree.
- Where does the cookies and milk for santa tradition come from (wiki.answers.com)
- Treats for Santa and his Reindeer (colesonline.com.au)
- Fat Santa (shoesonthewrongfeet.com)