Santa is Real

I believe in Santa Claus.

Growing up, children full heartedly believe in Santa. They write him letters and save him cookies and milk. Every Christmas Eve they go to bed early, hoping to see Santa sooner. Throughout the year they act respectably in order to be in santas good graces. Children are innocent believers who do as Santa wishes.

And then kids find out that Santa doesn't exist. And everything changes. Christmas isn't as special. There's no magic. Christmas isn't thrilling anymore. You don't wake up early, eager to see the plentiful gifts. Love and Christmas cheer are not unique, they are expected.

Life follows this same path. Growing up, kids depend on their parents for everything. Children run to their parents at the end of long days and embrace them with complete joy. Children live to love their parents and please them. They act as they're meant to according to their parents wishes.

And then children grow up. And they don't love their parents as much as they used to because their parents prohibit him instead of helping them. Parents stand in the way.

But. Just because children know that their parents are Santa doesn't mean that there's not a Santa. The parents are Santa, therefore there still is a Santa. Just because the children think differently, doesn't mean anything has changed. The parents were Santa to begin with and they still are, the children just simply know about it now.

Life is the same. Children's minds change but the parents are still there and the same. Kids grow up and parents are always still there. Just because children see them differently doesn't mean the parents are really different.

So I still believe in Santa Claus. Because I still believe in my parents. Positions and relationships may shift. But the love and faith is still there. I believe in my parents. And so I believe in Santa.