Personal Narrative On If Santa Was Real

When Roberto pushed on the door a bell rang so we ran as fast as we could into the store. We ducked down from a shelf so that no one could see us.

But secretly, I had a small feeling that Santa was not real. Every year I would see more kids stop believing in Santa and I felt like I was standing in a world of darkness which kept on getting darker and darker each year. But I still was not ready to say that Santa was not real. I still wanted that little bit of magic in my life during the last month of the year where all of my worries would disappear for a minute and all I could see was Santa getting ready for Christmas up at the North Pole.

In my small circle of teenage theater geeks, it’s universally accepted that you are either into it or you aren’t. The first time you’re on stage is like getting an amazing kind of bug that, instead of getting you sick, fills you up to the brim with enthusiasm for the art and never lets go.

Sitting at the kitchen table, watching on as my siblings cried and my parents smiled apologetically, I couldn’t help but wonder why they’d done it. Why they’d gone so much farther than anyone else only to end up here, apologizing for the entire act. Reflecting back, I don’t think I realized how much we benefitted from the charade.

There is no greater feeling in the world than the anticipation of Santa Claus as children, though, as a grown up Santa isn’t real; should we as individuals believe in the existence of Santa to benefit our own life’s with the illusion of comfort and wonder. Erik Kaplan, the writer of CBS the Big Bang Theory, strived to answer weather it is logical to believe in Santa Claus in the article “Should we believe in Santa Claus” written under the New York Times. The article is in a response to an article written in 1897 by Francis Pharcellus Church. Church stated yes, the American Civil War correspondent and editor Francis Pharcellus Church wrote an editorial for the New York newspaper The Sun, the piece was in responded to an eight year-old Virginia

I am a Confident women often seen running streets and lifting weights. I have been known to crush world records even Usain Bolt can't beat. I’m the one who traveled back in time to teach mozart how to play piano. I bring more joy to the world than Santa Clause does in one night. I am the best at everything.

Everyone loves Santa’s magical reindeer and his giant sleigh filled with amazing presents! People love Santa for his jolly mood and what he does for the whole world on Christmas. There are many questions that are asked about Santa but the most important question is where does Santa live?

The classic image of a Santa Claus is chubby, jolly, and a long white beard. I shouldn’t even have to say this one but, he is a MAN. The reason I must say this is because during the holiday shopping season, Macy’s Department Store in New York City decided to hire 5 women to play the role of Santa. The highly popular department store hired 5 women so they could work different shifts and they were all in desperate need for a job. This is an outrage and I agree with the people who say they will never shop at Macy’s again.

What if I was to tell you that the jolly, friendly, and innocent wonderworker that is Santa Claus that we all know and love, didn't always make the ‘nice list?’ Siefker bridges the gap between truth and fiction by embedding the notion that Santa Claus has taken on some strange identifies over the past hundred years- each varying in name, personality, and drapery. In a daunting and unruly thesis, Siefker unfolds the evolution of Santa Claus and his exploited time as Robin Goodfellow; who is sometimes referred to as Puck, the Norse God of mischief (Wright). However irrational this truth may seem, it is noted that Santa Claus has derived from an accumulation of tales, the earliest of which begin in year 260 AD with the birth of Saint Nicholas

“Why is he not here yet? He should be here by now.” Sparsit said, worried. “You actually worry about him? The way he treats you? Treats us?” Cook said. “Well… I don't know. I mean, maybe if I act worried, he may feel it in the air, and give me Christmas off. All I want for Christmas, is to be off, solely to help people in need,” Sparsit said, yawning. “I’m going to check if he has arrived.” Walking to the door, Sparsit hears a noise, so he peaks out. Without hesitation, Sparsit opened the door to let Mr. Scrooge in. Startled, Scrooge said “Sparsit?” “Yes, sir?” Sparsit replied as if it was uncontrollable. “Hurry, hurry. The door… close it.” Scrooge said, causing Sparsit to think. “Did you knock, sir?” As he said that, Sparsit knew he had messed

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I looked outside the window and I saw that it had snowed. I had no clue that I was going to have big plans for the snow. I was about twelve years old when I had an amazing snow day. When these big plans for snow happened, I was in the same house that I am currently in which is in Alexandria. Since I had a house I had a lot of land to sled on. I woke up and put my 2 layers of clothes on and put my snow boots on. I was already. The only thing I had to do was wait for my sister to get up and get ready. My sister and I headed outside to find the perfect hill to slide down. Then my sister and I went sledding down the big hill that we had on the property. My sister and I took turns going down the hill. I would go

The long-awaited moment of truth has recently been discovered and it proves that Santa, the red-suited guy who hopped through our chimneys, is real. Many adults, nowadays, once used to believe- when they were kids that Santa is Real and he comes with his reindeers to give them gifts, unfortunately, it was not really the Santa who came and gifted them, but it was their parents.

I believe in Santa Claus. I believe in leprechauns, and fairies. I believe that if I jump off the Empire State Building, I just might fly. I believe I can be a ballerina or a firetruck when I grow up. I believe that if I flush myself down the toilet, I can swim with the fish in the ocean. I believe that I can dig a hole to China. I believe that I can make the world’s largest sandwich and eat it all, too. I believe in Miao. What is Miao? It is best explained through a story.

Millions of children across the world are told of the great Santa Claus. He can travel the entire globe in one night, he knows if you’ve been naughty or nice, and slides through your chimney to bring you all of the amazing gifts you have always wanted. However, there comes a time where our parents must tell us the discouraging news that no one could ever bear hearing; that our beloved Santa Claus was a fake. Personally, when I found out the earth-shattering news, I was devastated. I was devastated that I spent every Christmas Eve night baking delicious gingerbread cookies for someone who never came without even knowing.

A majority of the phrases I speak end in question marks. This is not because I’m slow or because I do not pay attention, in fact I happen to be the opposite: deliberate, fastidious, curious are just some ways my family has described me. I have never been one for taking things at face value. When I would ask my mom questions such as “Is Santa real?” Of course, she returns with the claim that he certainly was real because how else would the presents appear under the tree? Not satisfied with this answer I decided to take Santa’s validity into my own hands. I needed to experience his presence first hand. I learned two things in the course of that evening. One was that Santa, of course, was a fraud; the other being that I can never accept what someone says as gospel. Various people can have a variety of motives for telling a person something, whether they are expounding their beliefs, arguing a point for their own self gain, or trying to instill in their child’s mind a little magic, every person has a motive behind what they say.