I believe in gifts. No, not just the ones that come in boxes and ribbon, but also the ones that show up when you need them the most. The kind that make you stop in your tracks, the ones that make your heart skip a beat, and make you smile silly. I remember how when we were young, it was Santa who brought gifts. That’s pretty much all we knew about Santa, but it was enough for us to wait for him on that special night, year after year.
To us, Santa was only a bearer of gifts. But then why is it that you believe in gifts, but not in Santa anymore? The way I see it? As long as there are gifts, then Santa is still there. He’s keeping a list, and checking it twice … choose your side, naughty or nice?