When I was at that tender age when I could not tie my own shoelaces, I had my doubts about Santa, for although I had heard much about him, I never saw him. But one Christmas eve something peculiar happened.
I was in the living room playing with my toys, next to the Christmas tree.
‘Dinner ready!’ mother shouted from the kitchen, and I went to her, abandoning my toys.
As soon as I sat down at the table, mother said she had to tidy up the bedroom, and vanished.
I ate two sausages with mustard, and drank orange juice, and when I was done I rubbed my tummy and smiled happily. Then I went back to the living room.
The sight before my eyes startled me. Under the Christmas tree there was a little army car, and a pile of illustrated books, and plenty of sweetmeats. The window was wide open, and outside was snowing.
‘Mommy! Mommy!’ cried I, ‘Santa!’
And since then I believe in Santa.
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Everyone should have a Santa to believe in, you and the Wolf Boy 🙂
You know, in Spanish, Santa means ‘woman saint’…
– then may you receive your Saint, Vincent 🙂 x
Nice story. Let it snow and may Santa visit all. I wonder if the present he leaves for you this year will be a new hat?
I certainly hope so. 🙂
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Santa is real!! 🙂 For me, he’s be a personification of human joy and good will, created through the power of belief, and sustained by belief. It’s a little like how believing in a God makes Him real for that person, and not believing does the opposite.
If you think about Santa in a particle-physics, he could just be an entity that only exists when he is not observed.
No matter what anyone tells me, I’ll always believe in Santa Claus! 🙂
I agree.
I suspect that we two are more alike than we suspect. 😉
Santa…i’ll believe in him when he’s reincarnated as a fit dashing young phebe with a pen , a papyrus scroll, and hummingbird feathers growing from his ears.
Oh my! That’s me!