Believing In Santa
A poem inspired by Ada Limón
Apr 9, 2024
When I was younger, I believed in Santa. But when most kids told their parents they knew such a man didn’t exist, and it was mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, or their great Aunt Sally putting their presents under the tree, I just kept quiet. I bit my tongue and nodded in agreement when they revealed the secrets of Christmas magic. Did I believe a jolly old man in a red suit was coming down the chimney? Probably not. But I did believe in the magic of the season. In giving from what you have. In the possiblity of miracles. I had to hold onto the belief that it’s necessary to remind others that they are loved, seen, and not alone. I still do.
