It's me, the mother of 2, the grandmother of 3. You remember me, you brought me Lego toys when I was 10. Now, I am 55.

I am writing this letter to tell you that I believe in you again. I must admit I feel guilty a little bit, since I realized it must have been difficulty for you to see people stop believing in you when they grow up. But I know that you are sad not for yourself, but for people like me, people that loose the childhood sense, and all the magic of joy and happiness.

As you already know, I really wanted to believe in you, but as I grew up there were some questions such as how come you mange to visit each and every hoes in the Christmas eve, or, how come that reindeer can fly, why do you come only during the night when everyone is in bed....a lot of unanswered questions.

As a child, I wanted to get presents. Of course, I still do. But now, as a parent, I realized that the real happiness comes through giving. Words cannot describe the feeling when I look at the children opening the presents.

Do you know that my niece Lina goes to bed every night with only one wish. She even sent you a letter, asking you to bring her a present, but, not only to her, to Sara as well (her best friend). She wanted to prove your existence. She says:

Sara does not believe in Santa, that's why I asked him to bring a present to Sara, and then, Sara will start to believe in him.

Dear Santa, I can see you in my granddaughter eyes, I can see the world where I used to live, the world that I knew. I decided to reenter this world again, may it be once a year only. Now, in the second half of my life I look behind me and I know - the happiness is on the same place as ever - within us. Within our beliefs. Within joy of giving.

Yours. . . .

ps. about the questions - I know the answer now - It’s the Christmas Magic

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