I believe in Santa Claus

Christmas, ah yes Christmas, one of my favorite holidays. It is a favorite, it's been a favorite ever since I was a little girl. It was not a favorite for just the presents but for the belief in Santa Claus, that reindeer really know how to fly and the love of your family. I love this time of year because it just seems at the end of the year we get closer. Now maybe it's because they know that presents are coming, or maybe it's because they get 3 freakin' weeks of school off, or it could just be the magic of Christmas.
Yes, I know that Christmas seems to make people stupid and yes, it does seem that Christmas is highly commercialized, but you don't have to look at it that way. (Yes it is annoying when they start playing Christmas songs in October though.) You can look at it through the eyes of a child. Maybe it's your child, a grandchild, a niece, a nephew, or someone else's child, but just listen to the way that they talk about it.
Believe me, I know they can drive you nuts about it. My three bug me all freaking day long everyday about it. They talk incessantly about what they want, how many days is it until Christmas and how does Santa fill our stockings when they are hanging on the wall? But that's not what I am talking about, I am talking about the other way they talk about it.
The questions about what do you leave out for reindeer, what kind of cookies should we leave out for Santa, is he allergic to milk, (because Zak was when he was younger), and how many ornaments are too many on the tree? The love and togetherness you feel when decorating the tree, or making the cookies.
Or the best one I know, the belief in a man that they never see deliver the presents. The belief in Santa and his reindeer, the belief that Christmas is magic. Christmas can be magic if you look around to find it, if you believe in something bigger than you. I've seen Santa and I've seen reindeer, but I've never caught him in the house. I still go to bed Christmas Eve and cuddle under the blanket believing that Santa will deliver the other things that I haven't put out under the tree.
Yes I know, crazy as it sounds, I still believe in Santa Claus. Yes, I put the presents under the tree, I take a bite of the cookie and drink some of the milk, but I don't drink all of it! I don't eat the carrots left out for the reindeer and the stockings don't get filled completely by me either. There is always a present or two under the tree that I didn't buy and it's signed by Santa. The stockings get topped off with stuff I didn't get!
There's an extra skip in everyone's step as it gets closer, there are more smiles and always the extra butt kissing. (As if I can convince Santa to get them that little extra something) The air may not always seem filled with Christmas cheer and it may seem like everyone out there just gets stupid, but it's there. You just have to know where to look and to believe in something bigger than you.