I’m a woman in my early 30′s. Anyone can who’s ever met me will tell you that I’m not the most mature person in the world. I’m cause more trouble than I should. I am more trouble than I’m probably worth, and I probably did something within the last week that only a 5-year-old might consider awesome. I hang on to my youth like any other adult suffering from the ever-so difficult ailment of the Peter Pan complex.
But of all my childish behavior that should be dropped like a bad habit, there’s one of which I’m still very proud and one that I’ll continue until I’m dead: writing a letter to Santa.
Since I was first able to formulate sentences — horribly, misspelled, scrawled in hot pink marker sentences — I’ve been writing a letter to Santa every year. Yes, I know that “technically” he doesn’t exist. I get that there really is no man in a red suit that’s going to fall down my chimney with a shit load of toys. But that I aside, I believe in something.
I rarely believe in things I don’t see, but when it comes to Santa, I believe in him as a necessity to humanity. The very idea of him is so important to the holiday spirit, the legend and tradition, that to dismiss all that just because some asshole in 4th grade told you there is no Santa would be a sin.
Don’t be sinful. The world is full of sinners — said the atheist. So, here are a few reasons why you should write a letter to Santa… Virginia, my love.
Santa misses youSeriously. He may not technically exist, but the idea of him, that entity, misses you.
Asking for presents is always funFace it: Christmas has been commercialized, so don't fight it. Embrace it.
The holiday spiritSometimes the holiday spirit needs an extra kick to get you in the mood.
Nostalgia is the bestYou'll never be young again, but the memories of it are priceless. No, this isn't a MasterCard commercial.
For the kid you once wereNo matter our age now, we were once kids. So write to Santa for the kid you once were; you know, the one who believed.
For the kids you know nowOne of the saddest days of my life was when I found out Santa didn't exist. So when I do write my letters now, I'm not just doing it for me, I'm doing it for my nephews.
Because yes, Virginia, there is a Santa ClausYes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.