I dashed this off a while back, after reading several posts/comments where parents said they told their very young preschool children that Santa was dead, not real, a lie, a myth, so forth. Anyone who said it is okay were unmerciful crucified in a fire of words calling those Santa supporters a variety of names set in ignorance and dismissive insults.
I thought how sad that the children will miss out on that magic of maybe, the possibility of the impossible. Sometimes we need a little magic, sometimes we need the unexplained to lighten the load. Sometimes we need to see life through a child.
From those thoughts come the following….enjoy
Why is it wrong to believe in Santa?
To believe in goodness, the celebration of man as a joyful being
To know that somewhere in the bleakness of life, hope exists
To understand that myths can propel a culture forward
To personify all that is virtuous, benevolent, gentle, and loving
Why is that wrong? Why must one disbelieve?
Is it truly adult to dash the dreams of a child?
To ruin the innocence of a child’s view
Is that we what we truly value?
So much in life is controlled; so much life is lost in jaded eyes
Soon carefree days will turn to years of facts and hard truths
Let the innocent fib, the lie of an eternal being, live forth
Give the fuel essential to fashion the stories, the legends
Words chosen to fill the soul, to open the hearts, to live in joy
For I believe in that soul of Christmas, the good in mankind
I believe in hope, in the magic of the impossible, the dreams
Nothing can deter me from that, logic flees from my heart