I am still waiting for Santa. I know it isn't fashionable...not even rational I suppose, but I am still waitng for Santa to come. Santa, with his eight tiny reindeer and sleighful of toys for good girls and boys. Yes, that Santa. The one who embodies the magic of Christmas. I said magic, yes. That is really what I'm waiting for.
Don't get me wrong. I believe in Santa Claus. He's never let me down. He comes in the night when I am sound asleep, so I've never seen him. But he always leaves something special under the tree. Even if I don't have a tree, he finds a place to put something special, just for me, something that no one else would ever think of giving me. Santa knows me.
Perhaps I am delusional. Perhaps it is all a delicious imagining. Maybe it is just a left-over remnant of my childhood I just can't let go. But, dang it, I believe it Santa and I will never stop. There is one main reason, a reason that rings true every Christmas season.
Santa believes in me.
It is a couple days after Christmas and I am still waiting. I beleive he came. I can feel it everywhere, yet I cannot find what he left me this year. Magic, Santa. I am waiting for magic. Make everything happy and bright. You can do.
If only we believe. I believe.
Aha! Now I found it. It was here all the time. The magic Santa brought was just waiting for me to find it. Who knew? All I had to do was open my eyes and my heart and see and feel the spirit of Christmas and Santa. Its always there...if we just remember to be still and listen.