I began writing this book for my sons, and for every other girl and boy that was, or will struggle with their belief in Santa Claus. There has always been a line drawn between those that believe in Santa and those that don’t believe. Many children grow up believing in Santa only to have their beliefs come crashing down around them. Whether it’s because a classmate or older sibling tells them that Santa’s not real, or because they don’t get what they wrote on their Christmas list, every child stops believing at some point, or at the very least questions their belief. And while I may be just some adult writing a book, I need you to know something about me; I’m a believer. “Why?” you might ask. Well, I’ll tell you why in this book. I know some stuff and I want you to know it too. I’m tired of there being a yes or no answer when a child is asked if they believe. Sometimes things just aren’t that simple, so I decided to share what I know.
Now, when I started writing I thought I was just going to clear up the whole believing or not question, but I’ve realized that I can’t stop there. I discovered that no one knows Santa’s full story anymore, and that’s such a shame. So, while this book may leave you with some answers, it’ll also leave you with more questions, but please don’t fret. Your questions will be answered, I just can’t fit everything into one book and Santa’s story is kind of broken up by age appropriateness. For example, if you had read this book when you were 5 years old, you would have been completely lost. But now that you’ve grown up and are hearing from friends or siblings that, “Santa doesn’t exist,” you’re old enough for this part of the story. And please keep in mind that just because someone doesn’t exist now doesn’t mean he never did…
So now is the time where you can take a brief pause and get ready for a long story. Grab your hot cocoa and popcorn, a nice, comfy blanket and get comfortable. Go on, I’ll wait…
Okay, you’re back. Here we go!
A silence filled the air and he was afraid of being seen. The freshly fallen snow acted as an insulator and you could hear for what seemed like miles away. But he had done this many times before, seventy to be exact, so he knew he would be okay. Santa was out delivering toys to good girls and boys. He filled their stockings and had a quick snack, always leaving a thank you note and some crumbs. It was another long Christmas night, but no matter how tired he was, Santa pushed on. He knew there were children fast asleep dreaming of what he had left them under the tree.
When he got home he took off his boots and shook the snow off his suit’s coat. Mrs. Claus already had the fire roaring and his hot cocoa steaming on the stand next to his chair. She knew he would be freezing coming back from this one. All nestled in, it was around 7 o’clock that morning when Santa got the first of many visions as all the world’s children began to wake up and see what awaited them.
You see, Santa was magic. How else could you explain wiggling his nose to shoot up the chimney or through your vent? And when he got home every Christmas morning he had visions of children shredding wrapping paper and wearing bows on their heads. It always gave him a warm feeling in his belly, seeing all those smiling faces, which is where his “Ho Ho Ho,” originally came from.