Recently my daughter asked me if I believed in Santa Claus? Much to her surprise, my answer was “yes.”
In a time where children are being murdered in their schools, our country is speeding towards financial ruin and the antics of Lindsay Lohan are more important to the media than the thousands of homeless people freezing and hungry due to hurricane Sandy. Yes, I believe.
I believe that there would be a man who cares so much about the happiness of children that he spends his entire existence making sure at least one day a year he can bring them joy. No matter what else has happened in their year, because of "him", they have something "good" to look forward to.
I believe in the idea that one man can inspire children to be good, to be filled with excitement when they see him and sing at the top of their lungs, thinking about him.
I believe in the miracles of every day, from the smile of my new born son, to the thought of a man sliding down my chimney to put gifts under the tree for children around the world.
Without believing in some sort of miracles both big and small, this world is a hard place to live.
Is Santa “real,” that’s another question, but do I believe in him? Yes!
May all the miracles of the New Year come true for you and your family.
Thank you for another great year.