Dearest Santa, When I was a child, I wasn’t allowed to openly acknowledge you. I grew up in a home that didn’t believe in you, in Christmas or anything magical. But I want you to know (though I feel you always did) that I believed. I believed despite what my mother told me. And I believed in spite of what my older brothers and sisters said. I believed. No matter what the other children said with respect to your existence. I believed. Though I was never allowed to say it out loud ... I Believed! After I became an adult and left home, I was finally free to express my beliefs out in the open. I still meet with all sorts of nay sayers who shout “There is no Santa!“ But Santa … I have to tell you … no matter the opposition … there is no greater feeling than being able to say those two little words … I Believe! And despite, and in spite of, the nay sayers -- I said it! And I continue to say it! I BELIEVE!...
