About a decade ago, Hubby went to the hardware store looking for Christmas stuff. He purchased, among other things, a molded plastic Santa for outside the house.
He called in the car. "There were just a few Caucasian Santas, and a whole bunch of black Santas. I felt bad that no one was buying the black Santas, so that's what I bought." Here he is, with Jake* for scale.
Santa's been a regular part of our holiday decor ever since. Yesterday, I pulled our Christmas boxes out of the attic. Son #1 walked in, saw Santa, and asked, "Why's Santa black? Why am I just noticing this NOW?"
I gave him the whole story.
A few minutes later, son #2 walked in, saw Santa, asked, "Why is Santa black?"
Gave him the story.
Half an hour later, Son #3 walked in, saw Santa, asked, "Why is Santa black?"
The next morning, Son #4 woke up, walked into the dining room, noticed Santa, and asked, "Why is Santa black?"
Because you go to public school, Son. He was just Santa, until the public schools taught you to be racist.
*I realize Jake should not be walking on the dining room table. He is 14 and hasn't been feeling well. I'm cutting him some slack.