Favorites: 0Dare to Believe posted Dec 5, 2006
Lots of journaling on this one. Hold on to your hats!
Journaling (red): I have always believed in Santa. Christmas is my favorite of all holidays, not because of the presents I receive but because I love to give them. I love to surprise people, to see their faces light up. It must be the Santa in me. Santa will always be real to me. He's the spirit that lives inside me. The best external example? Santa Bill at Walmart. 12/06
Journaling (big block, I wrote it in 2001): Santa-ism: Dare to Believe
There once lived a man unlike any that had come before or would come after. He had a pure heart, he was kind in word and deed, and he never had a harsh thought. He brought happiness to everyone around him. His true name has long been lost, replaced by affectionate names such as Papa Noel, Sinterklass, Father Christmas, and Santa Claus.
Having no children of his own, this benevolent sould cared for all the children in the world. For in them he saw a great capacity for joy and wonder and compassion. He lived for centuries, delivering not only toys at Christmas but also good will and love of fellow man. Under his jolly influence, people were nice to each other at the very least during the holiday season.
But the world grew larger and harder and much of the wonder was gone, replaced by cynicism and distrust and commercialism. The man known by some as Santa Claus knew that his time was coming to an end and he didn't want to leave the children without some spark of hope nad joy. On the night of his last Christmas, Santa Claus sought out the children with the purest spirits and kindest hearts. To those few he bestowed his own glowing, magical spirit, his own hope for mankind. And so he did not fade away; he became a part of those who had been chosen to carry on his legacy. For them, the joy would be in teh giving and the tradition of kindness.
Now it is in the telling of Santa stories that we keep his memory alive. We strive to recreate the days when he existed in the physical world with trips to sit on the lap of pseudo-Santas at malls across the country. But when our children reach that certain age of not believing we need to tell them the true story.
That if we are kind enough and hopeful enough, then Santa Claus lives on in us. If we believe in the goodness of our fellow man and approach our lives with a generous spirit all year through, then the wonder and magic of Christmas and of Santa Claus stays with us. So I say to all of you - dare to believe in the magic. Santa Claus can live on in you if you only open yourself to the joy of giving, to the happiness inspired by a lit Christmas tree, the child-like laughter of singing along to a beloved carol. If you can do this, then the spirit of Santa Claus will be with you all year long, in everything that you do, and your life will surely be well-lived.
(Geez, my wrist hurts from typing all that!)