is santa real?

do you believe in santa? i do, i believe that if you think hes real, then he can be.

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Permalink Reply by Tylar (Tylwyth Teg) on November 14, 2010 at 3:22pm

So true Jared! If you believe in Santa, you believe in the spirit of giving, and the childlike wonder of the Christmas season. That is what Santa is to me! Even if there may not be a bearded man coming into my living-room on Christmas Eve, there is an overwhelming joyful spirit that fills the house-- and that's good enough for me.

It's also a tradition in my family that I bake special cookies *for* Santa! You're never too old to partake in such Christmas pleasantries.

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Permalink Reply by Jared (pengrus) on November 14, 2010 at 3:46pm

thats what my dad said

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Permalink Reply by Nicholas Dayton (Chimppaca) on November 14, 2010 at 7:36pm

I agree with Tylar!

Tylar (Tylwyth Teg) said:

So true Jared! If you believe in Santa, you believe in the spirit of giving, and the childlike wonder of the Christmas season. That is what Santa is to me! Even if there may not be a bearded man coming into my living-room on Christmas Eve, there is an overwhelming joyful spirit that fills the house-- and that's good enough for me.

It's also a tradition in my family that I bake special cookies *for* Santa! You're never too old to partake in such Christmas pleasantries.

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Permalink Reply by Kimberly Ho (darthkimmy) on November 14, 2010 at 11:40pm

I BELIEVE :D

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K-ModPermalink Reply by Gumbo123 on November 15, 2010 at 11:05am

Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.

DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong.

They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

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Permalink Reply by Indiana-Jonas (space deer) on November 15, 2010 at 11:16am