When I was in second grade, I guess that would be about seven years old, there was a little boy named Jimmy who 'liked' me. He was always hanging around and would stop by my house in the mornings to walk me to school. My Grandmother thought he was cute, so she welcomed him. I couldn't stand Jimmy. Even at that age I needed my space, and Jimmy crowded me.
One day not long before Christmas, Jimmy joined me and my friend Donna, uninvited, as we were chatting on the playground. He was jabbering on about Christmas and Santa, so to get rid of him I told him there was no Santa. Well, it got rid of him. He ran away crying and that was the last time he ever bothered me.
I immediately felt awful and I've remembered and regretted it to this day, decades later. Not only was I wrong to say that to Jimmy, but I was wrong.
I believe in Santa Clause.
Santa Claus represents the spirit of selfless giving. I believe in him all year, not just at Christmas. I think most dog people understand about selfless giving. It's what we receive from our animals daily. It's what makes people give their time and money to total strangers who need help. It's what brings people together after a natural disaster.
What could be better than selfless giving and unconditional love? I'm sorry, Jimmy, I was wrong. There is a Santa and I believe in him.
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