Yes, I believe there is a Santa Claus.

As a part of going to see Santa Claus each year, many years ago, my mother would save the pictures of my sitting on Santa’s knee. She would display these in our dining room each Christmas season. When I was seven years old I vividly see myself reviewing the pictures of three previous visits to Santa. I had a question.

I asked my mother to look at the pictures. She said “what is it topper?” She called me topper, I don’t know why.

I told her it looked as if the three Santa’s appeared different. I wanted to know which one is the real Santa. She answered, ” Why, I believe thay are all Santa, topper.”

“No, Mother, you have to be wrong. The one in the middle has to the real Santa! The others must be Santa’s helpers. Santa can’t be everywhere, being so busy you know.” I wasn’t ready to let go.

There came a time when I thought we were both wrong and I didn’t believe in Santa Claus. Later, I decided mother was right, they were all Santa Claus. Today, I believe we were neither right nor wrong. Simply, we both believed in Santa Claus.

Merry Christmas.