The Question

How I handled that dreaded Question Is Santa Real ....

The Question I still remember back so many years ago when my child came to me with Santa's List in tow Looking at me with those all trusting eyes Asking 'Is Santa real' with a very heavy sigh My heart froze like ice I was not ready for this test but an answer I must give and give it my very best I took her by the hand and led her to our tree offered her a place upon my shaking knee I said a silent prayer asking for God to help me out to find the words to explain what Santa is about As she began to speak a tear filled her eye 'The kids at school tell me Santa is a lie.' 'They say he is not real its just you and Dad' 'I know you would not lie to me ... They really made me mad' So I sit here searching for the words within my heart not knowing what to say not knowing where to start I asked 'what is it my precious child that you really do believe' before I could give my answer I needed to know what she perceived As the tear that had been waiting rolled down her little face She said 'I want to believe' and I took her in embrace Then my words began to flow, 'My precious little one Santa is the spirit of Christmas that will never be undone' It is the birth of our Precious Jesus Savior that we celebrate with joyful behavior 'Santa lives with in your heart as with every little child.' 'He is what you wish him to be' then upon her face I see a smile. She hops down from my knee 'Thanks Mommy... I still believe' I sit here with eyes closed and pray 'Thank you God for helping me.' KKD Original by Donna DeLong Matthews December 2005

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[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Beautiful write... I agree to me Santa represents the spirt of giving, unfortunately as adults we can become to cynical to still believe... not me for Santa is alive and well in my heart.