Christmas time is special in so many ways, first there are the very important religious reasons, then secondly its a special time of the year for our kids. When I was a child, I knew there was the real Santa, and there were Santa’s Helpers too. I knew that most of the time the Santa’s at the mall were just Santa’s Helpers who would ask your name and what you wanted for Christmas. However, every so often, the REAL Santa would be at the mall. When saw the real Santa it was exciting! He never asked me for my name, he knew it. He wouldn’t ever ask me how old I was, he knew that too. He would already know I went to the doctor a few days ago, would already know how I was doing in school….he would already know…well… everything! Honestly! I knew, I was one of the few lucky kids to actually meet the REAL Santa.
Years went by, and I had no reason not to believe in the big man, after all he knew everything about me to the point it was kinda scary (but not really). As I got older and began to put two and two together I began to ask more logical questions and figure things out.
How is it possible for Santa enter someones, well everyone’s, home in one night, and deliver all those presents throughout the world?
How is it possible for Santa to know what everyone wants and needs?
How is it possible for Santa to know how good or bad ALL little boys and girls have been all year?
The list can go on and on. But, since the REAL Santa knew everything about me, how could it not be true?
Although to this day I still believe in Santa (Ill explain below), I eventually came to realize there was something fishy. Although I don’t remember how I figured it out, I found out that a cousin of mine on my Moms side was a Santa’s Helper at the mall (aka the REAL Santa). I also found out that Mom was feeding this REAL Santa information he could tell me so I would believe he was the REAL Santa. For that, I cannot thank my Mom and Dad enough for making the Santa aspect of the Christmas season an extra special one for me. While most kids had the chance to go to see Santa, tell him their name and what they wanted, I had the chance to go to a Santa who already knew me, as well as what I was going to ask him for. How cool was that!
As I said before, I do believe in Santa to this day. Although I do realize that it is impossible for one individual to deliver all those presents all over the world in one night, to know all about every childs wants, and to keep track of the naughty and nice lists, I do believe that Santa exists, well, figuratively anyhow. To understand what I mean, lets define what Santa is:
Definition of Santa (in my opinion):
Someone who cares about someone else so much that they are willing to go to great lengths and do seemingly impossible things with the intentions of filling that person full of joy, while asking for nothing in return. The Real Santa has little to do with gifts, rather he has everything to do with family, togetherness, and being there for one another.
While this definition may not fit everyone’s idea of Santa, to me, that’s what the idea of Santa is all about. Bringing joy to others while asking for nothing in return is Santa job or life choice if you will. Does this sound similar to another choice in life? I believe it sounds like what a parent does for his or her children. Parents constantly give of themselves to their children while asking for nothing in return. So is a parent the REAL Santa? I believe so (in more ways than one)
Through ups and downs of life, I know my parents have always been and continue to be my REAL Santa’s just as they were when I was a child. When walking through the mall every year, I am reminded of my experiences with the big man in Red and I find myself being very thankful for the REAL Santa’s in my life.