There is a certain magic in childhood surrounding Christmas. As a kid, I really and truly with all my heart believed in Santa Claus. As sure as the world Santa was coming to my house in his sleigh with his 8 reindeer loaded up with the presents I yearned to have on Christmas day. Belief is a powerful thing. People have conquered nations because they had a deep belief in something.
Mom and me when I was 3 on my grandmother's farm in PA
Like most 5 year old kids, the excitement and anticipation for me was almost more than I could bear.
I remember going to the Sears and Roebuck department store and entering the Toy Section. It was a place where wishes were certain to come true. I went into sensory overload gazing at all the wonderful toys on display. And then there was Santa sitting there on his red throne ready to make my dreams comes true in spite of the fact that my parents said I couldn't have everything on my list. My sister and I tried not to fall asleep on Christmas Eve so we could get to see Santa. In spite of our best intentions we never made it.
My sister, Mary, and me on our first Christmas in NC
Of course, I couldn't go on believing in Santa forever, but I wished I could have held on just one more year before the magic evaporated. Naturally, I made the necessary adjustments to my Christmas strategies once I knew my parents were the ones buying the gifts. A kid would have to be crazy not to try a few cons and work on some brown-nosing techniques to get parents to buy certain gifts. Unfortunately, my parents were impervious to persuasion and manipulation. Christmas was still fun, but different from the time when I "believed."
As an adult I can see why parents like to keep the myth of Santa alive because, through children and their innocent enthusiasm, we regain some of that special magic that Christmas once held for us.
I wish each of you a wonderful Christmas Season filled with the love of friends and family, good food, and perhaps a touch of magic.
Sarah J. McNeal is a multi-published author of several genres including time travel, paranormal, western and historical fiction. She is a retired ER and Critical Care nurse who lives in North Carolina with her four-legged children, Lily, the Golden Retriever and Liberty, the cat. Besides her devotion to writing, she also has a great love of music and plays several instruments including violin, bagpipes, guitar and harmonica. Her books and short stories may be found at Prairie Rose Publications and its imprints Painted Pony Books, and Fire Star Press. Some of her fantasy and paranormal books may also be found at Publishing by Rebecca Vickery and Victory Tales Press. She welcomes you to her website and social media: