"Believe in love. Believe in magic. Heck, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?"
-Jon Bon Jovi
The truth is, is that Santa isn't real. Sorry kiddos, but it's your parents. They're acting as Santa's "helpers." If you've stumbled upon this blog amidst a random search on Google, just know that your parents still love you and you can still have a great childhood even though you know that there isn't a fat man coming down your chimney every Christmas Eve, eating your food and drinking your drinks, and spying on you the whole year to make sure you are being a good boy or girl.
My parents, my foster parents, or whoever I lived with-depending on the year-when I was a child always made sure to make holiday times special. They always made it a big deal that "Santa was coming to town," so I needed to be a good girl and always eat my vegetables and be respectful at all times. Now, as a child, I thought this was a pretty good incentive to get tons of free presents from a magical man on top of the presents everyone else got me. Like many other American children, I thought the presents were sort of owed to me, which isn't the case. Many children all over the world don't even get presents for Christmas. Or, the way that they celebrate is exchanging fruit or small trinkets.
Lately, I've come to the realization that I'm pretty blessed. I have parents who love me, friends who care, an amazing God who gave his son for me, a nice car, and everything I've ever wanted. Now what does this have to do with Santa? Well, I think that I get so consumed about what I want that I don't stop and think about the other people in the world that don't have as much as me.
In this day in age it's hard to get people to want to help others, especially young adults and teenagers. However, if we can start when the kids are young, teaching them about giving back to people in need, instead of just taking what they think is owed to them, maybe the future of tomorrow will be better than what we think it will be.
Despite the fact that for a moment I thought I saw my favorite childhood character, Santa Claus, I can still look back and remember that day that I found out that Santa is fake, (I found all my teeth that I had lost that the "tooth fairy" took and replaced with money, so I concluded that none of the other magical characters were real if the Tooth Fairy was my parents.) and still have a pretty good outlook on my childhood. I can now relate giving to other people, just like the original Santa did back in the day, with the TOMS shoes that I buy. I'm trying to do my part, it may not be much, but it's better than doing nothing.
So, if you have any good stories about giving or how you found out about Santa Claus or the rest of the magical creatures that aren't real, post it in a comment below! :)
And that was Lindsey's thought of the day, where Lindsey Shares an Everyday Thought.