
Call me a Scrooge if you like, but I feel compelled to ex-press in writing my displeasure, if not outright disgust, over a song that gets a good deal of favor-able attention during the holiday season, attention I believe is unwarranted.
You’ve undoubtedly heard the song. It’s called “Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer.”
In my opinion this dubious holiday favorite sends, especially to our innocent and impressionable children, a number of highly damaging messages. First of all, it singles out a member of a group because he was different, different in a way he apparently couldn’t help. Then it describes in graphic detail how he was rejected and boisterously ridiculed by other members of the group, a group employed by, of all people, Santa Claus!
I ask you, shouldn’t Old Saint Nick have been keeping a closer eye out for unacceptable behavior among his paid staff? After all, here is a man, or so we are told, who checks up on every child in the world to see if they’ve been good or bad, but then neglects to check on the day-to-day behavior of his own reindeer. Don’t employers have a moral and legal obligation to see to it that harassment in any form or guise never enters the workplace? I thought Santa was the head guy at the North Pole, the man ultimately responsible for controlling employee behavior there? If this song is true, it would appear that he’s not everything he’s cracked up to be.
And then, as if that wasn’t enough, when Santa called upon Rudolph to carry out a task none of the others were equipped to handle, suddenly Rudolph’s supercilious co-workers “loved him.” And the blatant hypocrisy didn’t end there. The song goes on to say that they made wildly effusive and insincere predictions about his future, some sappy remarks about how he was going to go “down in history.”
And why do you suppose the other reindeer had this sudden change of heart? Well let’s be candid. In all likelihood it was for no reason other than to save their cushy jobs, a job that required them to pull a sleigh just one night a year. They doubtless reversed their position simply because they didn’t want Santa to lay them off now that it was apparent that the whole miserable lot of them, with the exception of one, was lacking a vital all-weather night-flying component--a shiny red nose.
So now do you see why I object so strenuously to this mindless melody? All the deeper issues are never even touched upon, and in the end there’s this so-called happy ending. But in actuality there’s nothing happy about it. Everything is just left unresolved!
A dispassionate examination of the facts reveals, I think, a more likely and far darker outcome. Rudolph had been abused and traumatized for quite some time. He obviously had developed deep seated feelings of inadequacy. Quite likely he never felt worthy of the confidence Santa suddenly placed in him on that foggy Christmas Eve, or the fame it brought to him. If he wasn’t already drinking heavily, as his nose suggests he might have been, it is my guess that he ultimately turned to alcohol and died in obscurity.
But an even larger issue here is whether Santa Claus ever learned the vital lessons one must learn in order to be a good and capable employer, lessons like always making sure that employees who are different are never singled out and cruelly victimized by thoughtless co-workers.
Because if Santa failed to learn and implement those lessons, and we really have no way of knowing whether he did or didn’t, aren’t the doubts this song places in the minds of small children going to be deeply disturbing? Aren’t their tender little minds going to be needlessly tormented with nagging suspicions about the true nature and character of one of the world’s most beloved and venerable characters?
But hey, don’t get me wrong. I’m only trying to apply a little objectivity to this whole tragic and shameful affair.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!