I believe in Santa Clause. I also believe in darting around my house wielding a lightsaber. And then there are those times when I believe I’m a dragon trainer (my son is the dragon), a superhero, a sea monster, or a…well, whatever a moment of play calls for. Yup, I believe.
Believing in Santa isn’t foolish. It’s symptomatic of something incredible – imagination and wonderment. I’ve written before about wondering and why I wonder. Quite honestly, I don’t know why, but I do and I’m glad. I’m a literature teacher. I surround myself in wonderment as I “work.” I’m a writer. I create my own realities, realities I step into, realities I breathe in. It’s astounding, absolutely astounding.
Yes, I believe in Santa Clause.
This Christmas, sip a time or two from belief’s goblet. It’ll make for a merrier Christmas. I promise.
One more Christmas post to make. I’ll do that tomorrow, Christmas Day. See you then.
- Santa Claus Tracker 2012 (forthemommas.com)