But this season always brings me a little bit of sadness as well. You see, I've had multiple discussions with those close to me through out the years and they all result in the same thing. Me being made fun of by none believers. Here I am, blogging my beliefs so we can get over this once and for all.
I, Rebecca Ann, here at the age of 23 years old, still believes in Santa.
And no, I don't just believe in the 'idea' of Santa. I believe he is real. I know he lives in the North Pole with cute little elves that work year round for a single, precious night. And by the power of magic he is able to reach house after house to deliver these gifts to all the starry eyed children that still believe. Also that Mrs. Claus makes the best sugar cookies and hot cocoa.
Now, I'm not stupid. I know that my mom will slip a few presents under the tree for me, just as I do for her.
And no, I don't get gifts from Santa anymore because I believe that I've come to the age of understanding that Christmas isn't just about the presents, or the awesome food, or whatever. It's about coming together to be a family. It's about helping those in need. And about sharing love between everyone we meet.
I will admit that I don't know how Santa does it all. How he can go to so many houses across the earth, or how no one has been able to find his workshop. But I also don't know how come I love eating pizza and ice cream so much when all it does is make me fat.
This does make me a little sad though when I have these talks with loved ones for many reasons. The fact that in my mind, they have lost the magic is heartbreaking. Just like Peter Pan in Hook had stopped believing. Same thing. I feel like Tinkerbelle trying to get my friends to just clap their hands for goodness sake. And I also feel like they're missing out on something truly incredible. Christmas is so much better when you have been wondering what Santa is up to and what the reindeer are eating for their big night, and the big question, do the elves ever sleep??
My opinion, don't be like Peter at the dinner table watching everyone eat air out of wood bowls. Close your eyes, hold your breath, and maybe just maybe, you'll hear Santa's sleigh bells
