Every December, children from all over the world become giddy with excitement and anticipation as they impatiently wait for the day their favorite Christmas gift-giver comes to town.
Santa Claus is the highlight of so many kids’ childhood, and is someone children appreciate and admire.
I will never forget the joy Santa brought me every Christmas morning. The saddest part of Christmas Day was when it ended.
Regardless of belief or opinion, Santa Claus is a holiday celebrity adored by kids worldwide and symbolizes the innocence and pure joy of children.
When I was younger, my family recorded our Christmas mornings. You can’t miss the excitement of me and my sister as we got out of bed and ran into the living room, eager to feast our eyes on the magic Santa brought.
He ate the cookies we decorated the night before, drank our milk, read our letters and even left us a note in return.
Our Christmas spirit and holiday joy radiated from our faces. Soon, I was in fourth grade. Rumors spread about Santa being a myth, a make-believe character used by parents to trick their kids.
The idea that the parents were the ones doing Santa’s duties spread like wildfire.
It didn’t take long for me to become skeptical, and I saw a major drop in my holiday joy soon after.
I decided that there was one person I could count on to tell me the truth: my father.
He told me with absolute certainty that Santa existed. He looked me in the eyes and said that the joy Santa brings to children cannot be made up; the excitement and anticipation of his arrival is something nobody can fake.
Children believe, children wonder, children feel. Their hearts speak true to them, and Santa Claus can answer their hearts. Whether you believe in Santa or not, there is no denying the impact he has on children’s lives.
Sometimes, seeing is believing. But sometimes, as the conductor in The Polar Express said, “The most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.”
The wind we feel and the noises we hear cannot be seen by our own eyes, but their effect is as powerful as the things we are able to see. Is Santa any different?
Remember to when you were a young child. Do you remember what it was like to believe in Santa Claus? Do you remember the interminable waiting as December trudged on?
That joy was not fake; that joy is still inside of us.
As little Virginia of 115 West Ninety Fifth Street knew, Santa was as real as love itself, and we all believe in the power of love, don’t we?
Some say that he is not real because there is no proof of his existence. Some say he is not real because it’s impossible for reindeer to fly, and it’s simply impossible for him to deliver presents to children across the globe in a single night.
These are logical arguments, but they all add up to nothing.
When you look into the eyes of a child on Christmas morning, you realize that all the proof you need is reflected in that exuberant face.