I believe in Santa Claus.
Does that sound crazy coming from someone my age? Why does it sound so ridiculous? What makes you question my belief in Santa Claus? Should I know better by now? Should I accept some twisted form of reality? Is my belief in Santa Claus keeping me from something special in this world?
Here's how I see it: I believe in Santa Claus because I have the option to believe in him. I believe in good. I believe in magic, giving, holiday spirit, good will, and merriment. I believe in what Santa embodies. Anyways, what's so wrong with believing a jolly old guy comes down the chimney to deliver presents and eat cookies? That whole scenario sounds pretty cool to me.
The point isn't about just Santa. I believe in good and magic. I believe my deceased grandfather is with me every day, even when I don't see him. I believe that no energy can be destroyed. I believe that God gave us pieces of Heaven on earth. I believe in love. I believe in laughing, eating dinner with your family, and singing to music in the car with friends. I believe in feeling pretty with a little bit of lipstick. I believe in good books. I also believe that one day you'll be reading my own book. I believe in pancakes with a lot of syrup. I believe in messes and unmade beds. I believe in writing and creating little worlds that don't actually exist until you put them on paper. I then believe those worlds come to life. I believe in hoping for the good and seeking the good in other people.
I believe that bad times come and go like the weather. You can be sitting in a storm for an extended period of time, but it will eventually move along. That's why it is important to always be kind to others. Once your storm is gone, chances is are, it moved on to someone else. You never know what storm someone could be going through. There are different storms from tornadoes, to hurricanes, to thunder, to lightning, to a light rain. Either way, I believe that if you stick around long enough, the storm will pass and the sun will shine again.
I believe in a lot of things that others would simply shake their heads at and dismiss. They may call me naive or childish or a dreamer. What's so wrong with being a child? Children only see good and possibilities in the world. They are the natural optimists. They aren't yet familiar with the tragedies that life can hand them. They live freely in a world where Santa does come down the chimney. What's wrong if I want to live in that world? What's so special about life without Santa?
