I don’t remember how old I was when I asked my mother whether Santa was real.
“Of course Santa is real,” she said. “Santa is the spirit of love and giving at Christmas time.”
“But does Santa really bring the presents?” I asked.
She looked at me for a minute, and her eyes were a little sad.
“You have a choice,” she said. “You can believe that there’s no such thing as Santa, that your dad and I buy the presents for you and none of it is true. Or you can believe that anyone who gives an anonymous gift out of love can be Santa. You can believe that Santa is everywhere, whether he’s me or your dad or even yourself when you want to give someone a present without needing to be thanked for it. You can believe that the Christmas spirit is bigger than who did what and how much it cost.”
I asked her whether she believed in Santa.
“Yes I do,” she said.
So do I.
I hope it was a merry Christmahanakwanzayule, my darlings.