So. I’m 26 and I still believe in Santa Claus. But hear me out. lol. I vividly remember the short convo my mom had with me one Christmas morning, where she skated around the “there is no Santa, I bust my ass for all this stuff you’re happy about” issue. She wasn’t callous, but just asked me if I liked everything I’d gotten because she really tried to make sure she got everything I requested. lol Smooth. But, that didn’t stop my little heart from believing in the magic of Christmas.
See, when I was five, my little brother Brandon was born. He was born early November, so his first Christmas was right around the corner if not on the same block. I remember coming down the stairs that morning and seeing all the toys under the tree. There was one toy in particular — this grey fox stuffed animal in blue shorts, a white tank top and red shoes. It was like a track suit. Well, one minute there was one. I turned to look at another gift, and I SWORE out of the corner of my eye I saw some glittery, magical something or other (kind of like in a Disney movie when the princess changes) and there were two. You’ll never be able to tell me, for the rest of my life, that my five year old self DID NOT witness that. I excitedly explained to my mom in my squeaky little voice only bearable on a child what had happened. I figured since Brandon was just born, Santa had forgotten him on his first run, but remembered a bit later and made sure that he wasn’t left out. I mean the stuffed animal was pretty cool, so both of us should get one. So he pulled some kind of magic Santa trick and made the second one appear. I was sold. And I thought it was the coolest thing ever.
I eventually got over thinking Santa really did stop and write a thank you note for the cookies I’d baked every year, but I’ll never NOT believe in Santa. I know there’s really no man that shows up in our homes to deliver toys to good little boys and little girls, but there is definitely something about Christmas; where good things that don’t seem possible at the time, seem to happen. For me, the idea of “Santa Claus” just personifies people’s ability to “make a way”. There has been more than one year where I can remember not knowing where I was going to find extra money to make the holiday’s bright for the ones I love. Somehow, I’ve always found a way. I’m not a saver at all, but somehow, I always seem to find a way. I know I’m not the only person this has happened for either. I know I didn’t grow up wealthy, but I never knew it. My parents were always able to find a way for my brother and I to have amazing Christmases. There is just a special energy in the air for me around Christmas time. I love seeing the good nature and goodwill of people around this time of year. Yes there is of course the religious reason for Christmas, but I think the best part of this season is just the kindness and compassion people tend to show one another, regardless of their faith.
So no guys, I’m not totally crazy. I know nobody sneaks in our homes Christmas Eve to leave us presents, but I DO believe in the spirit of Christmas. To me Santa is just all the joy, effort and goodwill embodied in one being that makes the impossible possible, and this time of year VERY special to me. So I hope you all have been being good, because Santa is checking his list.