posted on Dec, 8 2004 @ 10:09 PM
yes, it is true, I believe in Santa. Why? Well, while I may be a little touched in the head, the real story is that had a Santa experience that noone
in my family can explain.
When I was ten, my mom and dad were seperated. I had already stopped believing. We were not going to have Christmas that year. My mom had bought us
each one small, cheap toy. Merry Christmas.
One night as we were finishing our macaroni and cheese dinner from a box, we got a knock at the door. We had seen no car pull up, and heard noone come
through the porch door (thin walls and conveniently placed windows always alerted us to visitors). My mom cautiously opened the door and was nearly
knocked over by the Jolly Old Elf himself! Exactly as described in modern times, save a rather irish looking walking stick, he had two other shorter
men with him, each carrying a myriad of boxes. They said nothing, made almost no sound. They left the gifts, and as they left, Santa said 'Merry
Christmas' (and had a noticeable accent looking back I would have placed in the Irish country or thereabouts). We heard some commotion on our roof
and then everything returned to normal.
Several days ago, my wife took my son to the annual 'Breakfast with Santa' at his school. last year they got lots of complaints about their santa,
he had a fake beard and was too thin. This year, the Santa was exactly as I remembered him from my own experience, even had the accent right. My son
sat on his lap and this Santa proceeded to tell my son about the stroller and doll my wife received, under mysterious circumstances, when she was
eight years old. My wife was in disbelief, of course, but said nothing at the time.
From these and other experiences throughout life, I still believe in Santa. I know that much of what we percieve as Santa in modern times is the
product of an old ad campaign. Nevertheless, much of it persists into our own experiences in life.