Why I still Believe in Santa

When did you stop believing in Santa?

I still cling to the belief that Santa exists. I know that he is alive and well.

I don’t tell a lot of people this, because they think I am crazy. They say that Santa is only real to little children who don’t know any better. Santa is a fantasy. He is made up. I need to grow up.

I don't care what they say, I still believe.

In a world where the goodness of God causes disagreements and hate. Where God’s word becomes the grounds for killing, where no one truly can say who or what God is, there has to be something simpler for me to believe in. I want to believe that there is something out there that is pure joy and hope.

In a world where we can’t accept the fact that everyone believes in God through their own eyes and culture, and cannot accept the fact that in the end that God is the same, and that we are the ones who change His personality and rules, that He never did, I need to believe in something more flexible.  Santa changes according to nation and culture. His clothing changes, as does his language and customs. Yet we are all ok with that. No one has killed because we disagree on Santa's different way of being in different nations.

In a world where little children are murdered for no good reason,

in a world where people forgot what they are fighting about, but they can't stop,

in a world where money means more than someone’s health,

in a world where selfishness means more than someone’s well being,

I still have to cling on to my belief.

I believe that Santa is alive.

Santa is alive if only in my heart, where I know that magic still lives. I don’t need to explain why Santa can be in a desert with penguins by his side. The fact that he possess the magic to make that happen is enough for me.

Santa is joy and hope bundled into one tacky red suit. Even the sight of the suit without him in it, still brings that joy and hope to my soul. Have you ever really noticed the joy of a still believing child’s face when they see Santa? I don’t ever want to lose the joy and hope. I too, want to be like that child, unable to contain or hide that joy and hope.

Santa represents that selflessness and hard work can bring success. Even if he has elves working to help him, and magical flying reindeer to help carry him to his goal, his hard work brings him love from those he might never have met. I hope that my hard work earns me the same success and respect.

Santa also teaches me that even if you have to fall in a dirty pile of a mess as he does by coming down a soot filled chimney and fireplace, that if you keep your sight on your goal and brush off the dust, the morning should bring the joys of a mission accomplished.

So to all you nay-sayers who want to say Santa does not exist, leave me to my beliefs. I still want to believe in magic, joy, hope, and that in the end, hard work and perseverance pays off. And most of all, that sharing ear to ear smiles,  good belly laughs, generosity of spirit and love will come back to me, just as it does to Santa.

I believe. Do YOU??

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