I'm only 8 and I believe in him but my friends don't so I must know!
2006-12-26 12:59:06 · 14 answers · asked by ♥Kristen♥ 3 in Society & Culture ➔ Holidays ➔ Christmas
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Santa is not real at all whatsoever everyone knows that.
2006-12-26 14:54:06 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 3⤋
Yes, rcthomas5, there is a Santa Clause. Believe in Santa Clause, not just at Christmas but at every time of the year. If You cannot believe in Him as a person, then believe in what He stands for: all the good things that people do for each other.
2006-12-26 21:08:46 · answer #2 · answered by Ashleigh 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest man that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank GOD! He lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
2006-12-26 22:57:35 · answer #3 · answered by Fuzzy Wuzzy 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Of course Santa is real..tell your friends that they should quit hatin on Santa.
Haha..but seriously he is real. There used to be a Saint a long while back named Nicohlas. And when Saint Nick died his spirit became good ol' Santa Clause.
2006-12-26 21:07:17 · answer #4 · answered by jake 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Suuure Santa is real. When i was younger and unwise, i said he wasn't but now, i know he's real. Also, you're only 8!!!! This isn't the best website 4 an 8 year old!
2006-12-27 16:06:07 · answer #5 · answered by Penguin 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
When I was eight my friends didn't believe in Santa either but they know he's real now. Of course Santa's real.
2006-12-26 21:13:31 · answer #6 · answered by ISzejko 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
If you are only 8, why on you on the Internet? Is one of your parents there? Maybe you can discuss this with them. I can tell you that he came to my house and left FLOAM in my kids stockings! I have always told them NO WAY! It's just too messy! No play dough either! I will have to leave a note for him next year! He ate the cookies we left out for him too, and drank the chocolate milk, and left a note thanking us for it. I love Santa and I will always believe in him!
2006-12-26 21:06:24 · answer #7 · answered by lisa 5 · 2⤊ 1⤋
If you really must know santa isn't the reason for the season, that is all I will say, learn to love and not expect anything in return.
2006-12-26 21:01:06 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 2⤋
Sure is sweetheart...the fat jolly old man is very much real. I am 31 and I have a 12 yr old son and I still believe too:)
2006-12-26 21:02:05 · answer #9 · answered by dede 5 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Santa is ur parents.Trust me,I Found out at age 12.
2006-12-26 21:49:28 · answer #10 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 5⤋
I BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the way my big sister dropped the bomb:
"There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous "cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything.
She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.
That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money, "she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but t never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, and the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.
Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team. I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.
May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...
And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!
Aren't Grandmas the Best and very special part of children’s lives.
2006-12-26 21:25:12 · answer #11 · answered by Grandma of six 5 · 2⤊ 0⤋