Does Santa really exist ????

I was entering the lift and met my neighbor in it... she asked me where I was going and I told her that, I had to buy the “Santa gift” for my son... She smiled and said that kids grow up and realize that “Santa does not exist”.

We reached the ground floor and she was gone.....

The words “Santa does not exist” kept coming back and I kept on feeling sad...a strong impulse in me kept on asserting “he does exist!!!!”

He definitely comes every time I need something...

It is no coincidence that my mom reaches back from Punjab today and gets my favorite “phulkari” for me. She is my Santa...

In fact, we humans use a lot of logic and make ourselves believe that “synchronicity” or messages from the universe are “coincidences” I got the phulkari that I wanted, got the perfume that I wanted....today...

And I don’t want to think that “Santa does not exist”... I don’t want to make myself believe that “it is just a coincidence”. I want to believe that the universe works in the background and sends angels, Santa's and the good samaritans. They all exist...

And I don't want my child to learn that Santa was all about an adult keeping gifts and that he does not exist. I want him to know that his intentions and thoughts have power.

Santa will appear..
Angels will appear...
Fairies will appear..
Samaritans will appear...

Whenever I want them to...
Because I believe in them!!!

What about you?

Merry Christmas...

I pray that each one of you reading this gets what they want from their “Santa” today and for the years to come whenever you ask...and BELIEVE in them...

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