I am 38 years old and I believe in Santa. In a world of doubt, skepticism, war and poverty, I choose to believe in Santa Claus as we all need a little hope, love, joy, and belief in our lives. If I dwelled on the bad, I would miss the wonder of good in my children’s eyes. My 8 and 6 year old girls believe with all their heart as they should and I do as well. I see the joy in Santa at the mall as he listens to wishes of each child. I see the excitement on little one’s faces as they look for Tinker, our Elf, each morning. I take pride as I watch family graciously open gifts that I spent tireless hours looking for the perfect one and more then anything- I feel the love in the air this time of year- especially- as parents try to show the true meaning of Christmas to their little ones. Most everyone is in a more giving spirit and I see this as I walk around and notice the toy donation bins full, food pantries filled and charities bubbling with volunteer help. Yes, there is bad out there. But there is more good. I wish this feeling lasted all year long. On a side note, I am pretty sure I saw the real Santa when I was grocery shopping the other day in my small town. There was a gleam in his eye as he drove out of sight (in his Dodge Ram!) and I thought to ALL a Merry Christmas and to ALL a good night.