Belief in Santa Claus – from the real guy!   Leave a comment

Belief in Santa

This is a guest blog written by Nick, whose been on our team for many years. Love these words . . .


I have been playing Santa Claus for close to 10 years now. People often wonder, does Santa really exist? I can assure you that he very much does. Whether it’s the magic, the history, the stories or the myth, I believe in him and so should you.

When I put on that Santa suit I’m no longer Nick (yes my name is Nick), instead I become so much more. I become an idea. I become something that warms the spirits of children young and old. Because we are all children, and we all need something to believe in. I become Santa Claus.

When I walk into that room with a big belly laugh and little girls and boys run to me screaming, “Santa”, arms outstretched for a hug, I know they aren’t looking at the strap holding my beard in place or the padding to accentuate my already accentuated belly; they see a kind old man who makes them happy, whose entire purpose is to bring them joy. Why would we not want to believe in someone like that?

When I answer children’s questions, the responses I give don’t feel like lies; they are the honest truth. I believe in them. It had never crossed my mind before that Dasher is terribly shy, Donder only likes to eat radishes, Comet wants to lead the reindeer team, when I make visits before Christmas I only bring three reindeer because I don’t need to travel as fast and it gives the others a time to rest, and I never bring Rudolph with me because his nose interferes with airplanes flying – but we have a special arrangement with pilots on Christmas Eve. They relish in the stories and so do I.

Christmas is a time to be joyful and spread cheer. Every year I am reminded of that when I see the glowing smiles on anyone who dares cross my path. Whether it be a shy 8 year old boy hiding behind his mother’s leg, or the 22 year old honking his horn at me as he drives past me with his girlfriend in the car, or the full grown man who is bringing his children to see Santa for the first time. When parents entrust me to hold their four month old daughter for a picture as she gurgles and spits wearing a bib reading “My first Christmas” or the group of three sisters, the youngest 89, sitting on my lap for almost nearly the hundredth time, I know that Santa defies any sense of age. You are never too old to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas. And they whisper secrets in my ear they won’t tell another soul, and they draw me pictures I discreetly hand back to their parents, so they can include it in their scrap books. And they see me for what I wish I was all year long: a person who makes them smile.

Playing Santa is not a job, it is a privilege.

I remember my mother telling me when I was in my late teens that if I stopped believing in Santa he would stop bringing presents; I said I never doubted him for a minute. Just a few months ago, she told me that my brother and sister-in-law were considering telling my nephew, their soon to be 10 year old son, that Santa doesn’t exist; he is too old to still believe. I say let him keep believing in Santa as long as he wants. Santa represents everything good I want to be. I’m 32 years old and I still believe in Santa. And I always will.


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