I was really upset when mom told me that Santa Clause Is not real.
And the presents that year wouldn’t have the same meaning for me.
That sense of magic disappeared.
Upset I was, when my oldest told me that his friends at school told him the same.
Even so, I still believe in Santa.
Because of our powerful way to wonder at beauty, to express joy, to fill our days with laughter.
That chubby red clothed guy (or as each culture has its representation) is real.
In each of us.
Maybe more on Christmas.
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