I have decided I would believe again. I remember how much better things were when I was a believer. There was so much joy before, so much to look forward to if I just obeyed.

I remember how much the stories and miracles meant to me. Life was great! I miss the sense of wonderment and how grateful I was. So I am just going to believe again!

Yep, I believe in Santa Clause. I am going to start making my list early and be good all year in anticipation for Christmas Eve.

Seriously, could anyone of you believe that Santa really flies in a sleigh behind magic reindeer and delivers presents to all the good kids on Christmas Eve? If you tried really hard could you truly believe that?

Believing in something isn’t something you can just do if you know that it is not be true. It seems ridiculous when it comes to Santa, but I have heard Christians tell people who didn’t believe to “just believe” or “try harder”. It just doesn’t work that way.

How silly does it sound when you speak to an adult who quit believing in Old St. Nick to ask them to believe again? And how about the reasons someone quit believing?

Did you quit believing in Santa because something bad happened and you didn’t get presents one year? Maybe you never believed in him to start with. You heard of him and visited him at the mall but didn’t really believe in him. Maybe you thought you would be better at giving out gifts than Santa so you are rebelling against him and against Christmas.

Believing in Santa and believing in god are the same to me. They just don’t make sense. I cannot just believe again because I see now they are just stories. They may have served a purpose in my life at one time in my life, but I see now those stories are not real.