Tell your kids about faith and believing in something and maybe even try to tell them about Santa Claus. Tell them somewhere out there there’s a guy in a big red suit that will go around every Christmas just to bring them a present. Why? Because the smiles would be priceless.
Okay, don’t get me wrong, I know it sounds like you’d be deceiving them but look…
when I was a kid i was told about Santa Claus. And I believed in him until I was 13 years old…I didn’t even care about telling my friends. I was the kid who believed and I was proud. Why was I proud? Cause I was fighting for something I believed in. Sure every now and then I would feel like they would find it funny…but it was all in good fun. There was enough respect and childishness.
Even if I found out it was just my parents in the end I’m still okay with it. I might do the same with mine. It wasn’t just about getting presents…it was that part where I get the present and the rush of wondering how that got there. It’s the mystery and the magic.
It was the experience.
So yeah, I believed in Santa Claus and up till now I think my dad still wants me to believe in him. The thing is believing in Santa is a practice of faith. I grew up, yes but in the end I was convinced that we all had a bit of Santa left in us to want people to experience something…
Hope. Faith and Love. Love above all.
So don’t ask me about proof or evidence because even if I said I found out eventually that Santa was just my parents planting gifts there was that one time…
I was alone with my sister with the stockings…we checked (obsessive as we were) to see if there were any gifts yet and there wasn’t. We never left the room. A few minutes later we noted a bump and then put our hands in and…there they were.
Dattebayo!
TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY!
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Operation Centuria: The First 25
Teen FictionThis is the first thirty stuff of the Operation Centuria series. It is a compilation of short stories by three different authors.
