Santa

I wished I still believed Santa. Not only just the whole concept of Santa, but the fact that it made me the child that I was. Not believing in Santa is lie a sort of symbol that just screams "You're growing up". I feel lie believing in Santa again would put me in my other reality such as Timmy Turner and the fight to stay young forever. It seems that when parents finally discuss that Santa isn't real that it just sends your hopes down the drain and kills your inner spirit, but such things as the Tooth Fairy still remain but we can't come close to gripping the truth. Santa isn't just a conspiracy, he's a world-wide symbol of the spirit inside us that diminishes because we seek to destroy and find truth. Believing in Santa again would just mean that I would forever keep the child in myself and keep up the joy and spirit of Christmas and what it stands for. PEACE! Instead of destroying the hopes of the young futures.