My thirteen-year-old granddaughter still believes in Santa. I love that for her. I remember when I was twelve, and I asked my older brother if Santa was real. “Tell me the truth, Bruzzy! Don’t lie. Is there really a Santa Claus?” He took a deep breath, looked into my eyes, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “OK PeeWee, I’ll tell you the truth. No. Santa is pretend. There’s no real Santa Claus.”
I took a breath. Screamed. Yelled out, “I hate you! Why did you have to tell me the truth?! I hate you!” …and ran into my room, slammed the door and didn’t come out until mom made me exit for dinner.
Sometime we just need to live in our fantasy a little longer. Sometimes we just need to keep believing in the magic and the dreams. And why not? Is that not where the best realities are born from?
This holiday season, what dreams and magic can you choose to create from? To believe in? To wish upon? Trust that naivete within you that knows the Universal Santa will deliver to you those special gifts of love. Right to your heart! And ask for them!
Blessings,
DEE
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