Magic of Believing

You know, there’s something special about holding onto a belief that others might laugh at. I’m not going to tell you my exact age, but I’m young enough to know what matters and old enough to understand the importance of magic.

Just the other day, I saw Mitchell walking around our town. Someone asked him if he believes in Santa Claus, and without hesitation, he said yes. Yes! In a world that’s so quick to crush imagination, Mitchell stood firm.

People might call it controversial, but I stand with Mitchell. Santa Claus is real - not just as a physical person sliding down chimneys, but as a symbol of something much deeper. He represents hope, generosity, and the pure, unbridled joy of childhood.

My friends are split on this. Some mock the idea, rolling their eyes and claiming they’ve “grown up.” But what does growing up really mean? Does it mean losing the ability to believe in something magical? Does it mean stripping away the wonder that makes life beautiful?

I don’t think so.

Santa Claus is more than just a man in a red suit. He’s a feeling. He’s the spirit of giving, the warmth of family, the excitement of unexpected kindness. When we stop believing in Santa, we’re not just dismissing a character from childhood stories - we’re letting go of something fundamental to human connection.

Mitchell gets it. I get it. And maybe, just maybe, there are more of us who understand that belief isn’t about proof. It’s about hope. It’s about keeping a small flame of wonder alive in a world that’s often too dark, too serious, too grown-up.

So yes, Santa Claus is real.