Kids are enlightened by the slightest things, perhaps something as simple as hearing the ice cream truck going down the street or something more complex like celebrating their birthday. Either way you put it kids have a wondrous way of thinking and its more interesting than we think. As an adolescent I look back into my childhood and realize that life was filled with magical things and every thing seemed like an adventure to me. I realized that my way of thinking was very delusional and whatever other kids of my age believed and thought I thought as well. I look back and laugh at the fact that I was once a youngster who had such an intriguing way of thought and ask the question, Do little ones still think like that today? and my answer is yes of course they do. My most favorite topic to talk about during my childhood was that of the belief in Santa Claus!
Now every kid has heard about this big plump old man dressed in a crimson and white suit with rosy red cheeks and a puffy long white beard who comes to leave you presents under the christmas tree each year. This is a tradition that has been passed down generation to generation and we cant deny the fact that we once believed in a character like this that flies around the world in one night in his magical sleigh pulled by his mystical flying reindeer just to leave presents to millions of kids. Santa Claus at such a young age was very meaningful to me and I would always bake cookies to leave by the christmas tree to aid him in his long voyage. And in the morning i would wake up and see the wonderful reindeer gift wrap and know that he didn't forget about me. I would say..."Look mommy, Look daddy, Look what Santy Claus brought for me!" already aware that it was what I had written on my card.
But I know now that it was all just an amusing joke and that I was silly in believing such fanciful things. I know now that all those time my parents sat down with me to make the letter for Santa that they were just informing themselves of what they were secretly going to buy for me. I know now that those cookies I was baking on christmas eve were not for Santa but for my dad who would secretly sneak downstairs and slip the gift under the tree. And I know now that the song "Santa Claus is coming to town" was all a big lie and the lyrics in that piece wisely written because Santa Claus is just another name for your parents during the christmas holiday. So it makes sense that "he" knows when you are sleeping or awake and it makes sense that "he" knows if you've been bad or good. So as you can see I felt heartbroken learning about the truth and I understood that I was no longer a kid anymore and I had to now live in the realistic world and have a more logical way of thinking.
