A friend just sent us this and I thought it was really appropriate.
When I was a little boy, about seventy five years ago, I heard the older boys at school saying that there was no Santa Claus. That was frightening. There must be, because Santa had left me presents every Christmas. So I went to my Dad to learn the truth of the matter.
Dad wasn’t a lettered man, but he was wise in his own way. So I asked him the question, afraid of what he might say. He thought for a while, then he told me this story.
“Son, when my Dad was a little boy, there was a Santa Claus. When I was a little boy, there was a Santa Claus. I guess that as long as there are Dads and little boys, there will always be a Santa Claus.”
When my son asked me if there was really a Santa Claus, I told him this story.
When his son asked him if there was really a Santa Claus, he told him this story.
I hope my grandson will tell his little boy this same story.
And at this Christmas time, three quarters of a century later, I hope Santa Clause visits you.