When I was a kid I really believed in Santa. Other kids tried to tell me over and over he was not real but I knew that just could not be.Every Christmas morning was so magical while I grew up. My parents did a wonderful job of making each holiday so special. I would also go to bed right after our huge Christmas Eve party and just try to fall asleep so the morning would come. Of course, I spent most of the night staring at the ceiling because I was too excited to see what Santa would bring me in the morning.
Usually, I would get the courage to take a risk that the monster under my bed would not get me as I ran to the living room to see if there was anything by the fireplace. I would also be surprised to see tons of gifts waiting for me to open. I would then run and jump back into bed (so the most couldn’t get me on the back either) and try again to fall asleep so the morning would come. I think I would just pass out from exhaustion and morning would finally arrive and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I would open my presents and find that every wish I had made that year had arrived. I knew it had to be Santa who brought it because my parents would never spoil me that much because they knew I really belonged on the naughty list.
It really can not remember all the gifts I got. I do remember some of the items but that doesn’t count for the years and years of tons and tons of gifts. What I do remember is the magic that took place each year. As I grew older, the magic faded each year. I do not even decorate my house now because Santa doesn’t seem to come anymore even though I wake each morning, hoping he may prove me wrong.
I realized this year how powerful it is to believe in something. When you truly believe in something, no one or thing can stop you from believing in it. That magic came from no allowing anyone’s opinions or view affect what I believed in. It was magic that was created because I trusted in a belief that I held close to my heart and valued each year.
Can you imagine if I just believed in myself so strongly? Well the opportunities and possibilities would be endless. It may take time to build it up, but with work I can make it happen.
I also decided that it is time I believe in Santa again. Why should I give up something that brought me such happiness each year? Besides, if I start believing in Santa again, it will only help remind me to work on believing even more in myself.