is santa real?

Question

Some peeps say hes real but is he really. ps. were old

Answer 1

Ja..kid he is truly real. Read this to see:


hristmas Spirit
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 day 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 rumour has been going around for years; 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 Woolworths, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me £10. That was a bundle in those days.

"Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who really needs it. I'll wait for you in the car."

Then she turned and walked out of Woolworth’s.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but 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 £10 note, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbours, 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 second grade 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 £10 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 £10 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 in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible).

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 rumours 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: £20.95.

May you always have LOVE to share, and may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus.

Answer 2

If you believe he's real, he's real.

The wonder of Santa is something you can only feel if you believe in him and those who don't are really missing out.

Answer 3

No santa is not realy. Its lie your parents to you. They are ones who realy get you the presents. Why are you focusing on santa when the holiday is realy about the celebration of jesus birthday. Santa is just made up sorry. If you choose to believe in him. Your going to believe in a lie

Answer 4

in case you extremely wanna understand shop examining. he's no longer actual sorry, it is high quality for little ones to beleive in it yet after a while you get to previous for it and stuff my mum and dad have been telling me that they think of they did the full santa factor ok and that they saved it going for a whilst they used to crunch up carrots and positioned them outdoors like the reindeers ate them oh properly so theres your answeer hes no longer actual sorry.

Answer 5

Santa is in your heart. If you believe, then he's real.

Answer 6

santa isn't real he doesn't exist the person who loves you the most becomes your santa.

Answer 7

Ask Your Parents.

Answer 8

as a matter of fact he is real, ronin said he is as real as god, read about Saint Nicholas,aka santa claus, god is real too, jesus loves us all even those that dont believe, he died for everyone even sinners .....

Answer 9

No, Santa's not real.

Answer 10

Of course --other wise Rudolf and the others would be homeless--