I am shopping for Christmas pajamas to outfit our crew – again. I’ve already done this once. About a month ago, I bought matching sets. They were delivered and shoved in the back of our basement until this weekend, when I pulled them out and was struck by a very obvious thing – the jolly Santa faces peering back at me were white. Like, super white. Like, in all my life, Santa had never looked so shockingly white.
I gazed around our freshly decorated house. Alabaster Santas stared back from every corner. On cookie jars, candles, plates and mugs, from oven mitts, towels and ornaments, there was Caucasian Santa with his pink cheeks and knowing smile.