Because most of the company that I keep range from five to ten years old, I often get asked if I believe in Santa Claus. My answer is always and without a doubt, YES! The kids closer to 10 doubt my sincerity with their eyes and facial expressions, but what they don't know is that I am telling the truth.
My parents have never admitted to me that Santa is not real. For 29 years, I have always received gifts that say, "from: Santa." I believed in Santa so much and for so long, I don't think I will ever not believe. It is just seems unthinkable to me.
Now, you may be saying...well, Mrs. Morehead, you may be a little on the crazy side. I assure you; I am not. I know that a jolly man dressed in red doesn't slide down my chimney, eat cookies, and leave gifts.
This would probably freak me out a little. I do believe in the spirit of giving. Every gift I receive lights a spark in my heart and that spark puts a smile on my face; especially, when I get a gift I didn't expect. It lets me know someone was thinking of me. Someone thought I was worthy. Someone wanted to share with me. These people are my Santa Claus. These acts of kindness keep me believing.
God gave us all the greatest gift. The gift of his son, Jesus. For me believing in Santa Claus, is really believing in something great, something bigger than me, something that is full of joy!
Do you believe?
Until next time...
XOXOXOXO
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