Well, let me just throw this out there...In my house, Santa exists. He comes annually, and is not the "drunk creepy man with a fake beard at the mall". Nope, that guy does not visit my house...Santa does. Some of my favorite Christmas memories as a child involve going to church at midnight mass, and being nervous that Santa wouldn't realize I was at church, and come while no one was home. (or even worse, we would catch him upon our return and he would run off and forget to leave my presents!) Then not being able to sleep because of the excitement. There were multiple times where I would have sworn I heard him.
Then waking up! Ah! Running downstairs to find out what he left. I don't know why, but I vividly remember getting a Pool Table and Super Nintendo. The excitement of children on Christmas morning is not something that can be duplicated without the help of that jolly old man. I don't care what you say.
So with that said....The thought of Santa not existing has never even crossed my mind. Sorry to those of you lack the desire to believe in him. Enjoy your coal. There is something magical and exciting about believing in Santa, something that will forever exist in our household. No. Question. About. It.
We might not have children yet, but we have two "girls" and yes, Santa visits them. They patiently wait under the tree most evenings (and I assume, most of the day). For the record, he visits because they believe. Until next time...keep believing :)
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