Merry Christmas Story
When I began wondering about the curious fellow dressed in
red, who visited the homes of good little boys and girls, I decided to keep
quiet about my suspicion. Although it seemed impossible for one person, and a
dozen reindeers, to manufacture and deliver gifts for children all over the
world, I was afraid to put my doubts into words.
My parents suspected that I had discovered the secret, but they hoped my younger
brother David could enjoy a few more fantasy holidays. I felt isolated as I
pondered the Santa dilemma; I feared that our holiday would change significantly
when the Santa-factor disappeared, for you see, Christmas at our house was
magical.
Uncle Bill was the only grown person in the family who loved
to play games; he laughed frequently, and taught children all kinds of wonderful
things like how whistle, and how to win at playing marbles. He wanted people
to be happy, and comforted those who were dealing with problems. When he sensed
that I was wresting with a crisis, he knew exactly what to say.
Let me explain about Santa Claus he said quietly as we rested
on the back steps of Nanny's farmhouse, he is real, he exists in my imagination,
and he can live in yours. In Germany the children believe in Christkind, in
Russia St. Nicholas is the patron saint of children, and in England they know
him as Father Christmas. It is no coincidence that we commemorate our holiday
on the day that the baby Jesus was born in Bethlehem.
No matter your age, you never have to let go of the magic; you can keep the
enchantment alive, just like I have chosen to do. Santa is alive and well; he
promised, I know, because he lives right here. When he patted the right side of
his chest, I understood.
Trust the dream, and enjoy the magic of the celebration;
Santa lives in the hearts of generous and caring people all over the world.
Now, you too know the real secret about Santa.
Merry Christmas to all. Brenda and family.
