When I was a child, I believed in Santa. I used to put cookies out near the fireplace, and sprinkled extra sprinkles on them, so that Santa would say, 'These cookies are delicious. I will make sure to come by next year for some more".
My sister would tell me that there was no such man, and that 'mom' and 'dad' would give me the presents. But I didnt listen. I, like other children, believed in him. I remember arguing, 'Who ate the cookies then?" " I saw a picture of him in a grocery store."
Though now I am older, and don't receive presents, I like to think that he is out in the North Pole, sipping tea, and getting ready for Christmas.