Personal Narrative: Is Santa Really Real?

POW! At what seems like 100 miles per hour it hits you! The cold snow running down your back, chills form on your arm. Then, another one! Quickly you dodge it, then grab your own and send it flying back. Wow, you think, snowball fights are extreme. This snowball fight was the best I ever had. We were throwing snowballs across the street, hitting houses and laughing as we do so.

Its winter and holiday season is upon us. For most people this means last minute shopping for gifts, unless you are a child and believe it’s actually Santa Clause who will deliver the presents to your Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. Those of us, who know better, that Santa doesn’t exist, try not to spoil the fun for little kids. The question still arises as to whether Santa still exists or not. A child would definitely say yes, but those of us who say no, don’t know the scientific reasons as to why Santa cannot exits, and the reason ‘there is no such thing as magic’ does not count. There are quite a few reasons as to why it’s impossible for Santa to exist and I’ll explore them.

Beep! Beep! Beep! I wake up to an alarm screaming in my ear. I smack the alarm to shut the yelling off. It was a January day, in the middle of the cold, brutal winter. I finally got up after sitting in bed for what felt like hours, and looked outside like I do every morning. I noticed that there was no sign of grass to be seen. All that could be seen was white, frozen blanket of thick snow. I started to get ready for the school day and I just prayed that school was going to be canceled. As soon as I was fully ready I stepped outside and my food sunk down a foot and a half below the snow! I could not believe it that school was still open. As soon as I got to my car that was completely covered in snow, my mother comes out and yells that school was closed. I felt a huge wave as release and I ran back inside and went right back to sleep.

People often have different opinions and views toward stories or news articles they have read. My Parents killed Santa and Nobody Cared (Santa) by Dakshana Bascaramurty is an essay that tells the story of how a child was shocked to learn from the parents that Santa was unreal and did not exist. On the other hand, In Defense against Graffiti (Graffiti) by Alex Boyd discusses the positive of graffiti. Between the two, the story Graffiti by Boyd is a much better article because it is informative and exciting to read. For some time now there has been controversy on weather graffiti stands out as an art or not ever since it began to appear in a number of galleries worldwide. The reason Alex Boyd’s “Graffiti” is a better essay is because it seeks to distinguish between retrogressive instance of graffiti and positive especially in the messages that they put forward.

So you don’t believe in Santa Claus. It’s understandable. We find ourselves in an age of pure skepticism. We question everything. Science has taken hold of our lives, providing answers for all questions and dismissing anything that cannot be explained as either myth or fiction. So it’s quite understandable why you don’t believe, with no physical proof of his existence. It’s indeed understandable to lose sight of Father Christmas with the transformation of this holiday into one that, as of late, is used commercially as a lucrative crutch solely to make profit. It’s understandable to abandon Santa Claus after hearing countless people deny his very physical or even spiritual existence. After all, one tends to

If I was trapped in a snow globe I would play in the snow. I would try to make the best of it. Then, I would try to figure out how to get out. I would bang on the glass. Maybe if I scream the glass would break. No, that wouldn't work I can't scream loud enough. But, if I dig alot I might find a way. Seven hours later……. There is no use. I’m kinda getting hungry and I don't see any food. As I’m trying to get out I see this huge person picks up the globe and starts shaking. I hold onto the tree for dear life while he is shaking the globe. Finally he puts it down. That's the story of when I got stuck in a snow

On a Tuesday night of my sophomore year, two weeks before the state tournament, we played Heritage Hills. On the mound, battling for every out, I attempted to keep the game tied. The count was two and one with two outs in the bottom of the fourth. I stepped up, wound up, and pitched the ball for the fiftieth time. Except this time the ball came flying right back towards me.

Hey Santa it’s your old pal swiper the fox and I know that I’m known for swiping. Hey It was hard to write with paws as hands. Pulse it was hard to find a mailbox in the middle of the woods.

My family and I went to Colorado Spring for christmas break. We packed up all of our stuff then we put it all in the car. When we got done putting all of our stuff in the car we left we got on the highway. As soon as we got on the highway I took a nap. I woke up when we were in Colorado we were almost there. I was talking to my parents until we stop to get gas. I sat in the car until my dad got done filling the car up. We drove for a little bit and we were in Colorado Springs. We drove to my Aunt's house when we got there I took my stuff in the room I stay in. My cousin came from downstairs and said “Hi ” then he went back downstairs. My aunt put on a movie to all watch together. My grandma was cooking something for all of to eat when the movies was over I went to the kitchen to eat. I went to the kitchen table to talk to my dad. When my dad got done eating We heard a knock on the door we answered it and it was on of my uncles and aunts then my cousins walked in.

Although I do not remember the exact year I stopped believing in Santa, I do remember how it all went down. I began to catch on that all of the “Santa” presents had printed labels, and I began to doubt the Santa wouldn't take the shortly prolonged time to hand-write the presents. That night, as my parents were tucking me in, I pondered over the lethargic manner of Santa, and bit the bullet. “Dad”, I questioned, “are you Santa”? It was all over.

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Santa Claus is the one thing children believe in unfailingly. I mean, the exact gifts they want for Christmas always appear under the tree overnight, and for a child the only explanation is magic. But in today’s world of over parenting, the

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One day my mom and I had to go to walmart to get some everyday stuff for the house. We knew that there was a bad storm in town, but we still needed groceries. We went to the car out in the rain. We got a little wet, but nothing major. As we got in the car there was a big boom from the thunder after the big flash of lighting! On the way to walmart it rained really hard. The rain was pounding on the roof of the car, but we have needed this rain for a while, and we finally got it. As we pulled up at walmart, I noticed that it wasn’t as bright as it usually is inside. It appeared to me that the lights were out, but I wasn’t sure. My mom and I got out the car, and the lights were on, but they were more dim than usual. It looked as if the lights

In 2005, ten-year-old Belle Adams had her dreams crushed after learning the truth about Santa Claus. Her mother, Nicki Adams, admitted to lying about Santa Claus being real. Belle never felt so betrayed. She reacts by writing an offensive note and sliding the note under her mother’s door. The note read, “You have no idea what you just did. I really tried to believe. Everyone told me it’s your parents. I can’t believe you anymore. Is the Easter bunny real, how about the tooth fairy, huh? You just ruined a 10-year-old child’s Life! Thanks! Nothing will make me feel better because you lied to me about something I Loved that Broke my Heart!” As we all know, Santa Claus is the one of the most famous mythologies of all time. Every Christmas Eve,