I believe in Santa Claus, not the big guy who sneaks in your house, gives you presents, and eats your cookies. I believe that there is someone out there who knows all of us and cares for all of us. When I was younger, my grandma always told me to watch out for Santa Claus, and I would laugh and tell her that Santa Claus wasn’t real. See, my family wasn’t the type for ‘make believe’ and when I turn five years old my mom told me that Santa Claus was not real. My grandma wasn’t talking about the jolly fat guy, she was talking about God, and she wanted me to be good person for God, not be good person for presents. It took me 8 years to really figure out what my grandma really
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