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JustPrompts: Misc -- Believing In Santa
Dec. 25th, 2008 12:28 amDid you ever believe in Santa Claus? Do you still believe now? Why or why not?
As a child I certainly believed in Santa Claus. My mother was very keen on preserving the fiction for her children. She wrote little notes to us signed “Santa Claus,” made sure we left out cookies and milk, and told us all sorts of little stories about Santa to keep us in the mood. One of my favorites was when she told us her own take on Rudolph, and how he went from the outcast reindeer to one of the most respected animals in Santa’s herd. Given I was always an outcast child myself, this struck a special chord in me.
I stopped believing in Santa around the age of ten. That’s the year I caught my father putting the presents under the tree, and my mother writing Santa’s note. My classmates had been telling me Santa wasn’t real for a while now, so I was prepared – but it was still kind of upsetting. Especially when I thought about Rudolph and realized none of that was real too.
Nowadays. . .well, I don’t know. I didn’t believe in faeries either when I became an adult. Or rifts into alternate universes. (Well, the latter was less “I don’t believe” and more “That’s purely theoretical at this point.”) And both of those turned out to be real. So maybe, somewhere, Santa is real. I hope he is. A figure like that needs to be real somewhere.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
As a child I certainly believed in Santa Claus. My mother was very keen on preserving the fiction for her children. She wrote little notes to us signed “Santa Claus,” made sure we left out cookies and milk, and told us all sorts of little stories about Santa to keep us in the mood. One of my favorites was when she told us her own take on Rudolph, and how he went from the outcast reindeer to one of the most respected animals in Santa’s herd. Given I was always an outcast child myself, this struck a special chord in me.
I stopped believing in Santa around the age of ten. That’s the year I caught my father putting the presents under the tree, and my mother writing Santa’s note. My classmates had been telling me Santa wasn’t real for a while now, so I was prepared – but it was still kind of upsetting. Especially when I thought about Rudolph and realized none of that was real too.
Nowadays. . .well, I don’t know. I didn’t believe in faeries either when I became an adult. Or rifts into alternate universes. (Well, the latter was less “I don’t believe” and more “That’s purely theoretical at this point.”) And both of those turned out to be real. So maybe, somewhere, Santa is real. I hope he is. A figure like that needs to be real somewhere.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
