Evidence of Santa is hard to refute — for kids
Updated: December 26, 2012 2:50PM
I’ve known the truth about Santa Claus for years. I reasoned it out when I was a kid.
My brother Mike and I thought it was strange that no matter how hard we tried, no matter how many times we punched each other on the arm to stay awake, we’d never see Santa leave our presents. Yet, there the presents were under the tree every Christmas morning.
Why was this?
Well, there always were ugly rumors circulating through the kid world that Santa’s seeming invisibility meant there was no Santa, that the presents were put there by human agency.
But this argument was fallacious, I reasoned. Millions of kids receive toys in one night. This is impossible for a human being to do.
Second, I always received the toys I asked for. My brother and sister received the toys they asked for. My pals, Eddie, Tom and Jim, received the toys they asked for. This incredible insight and accuracy had to be more than human.
Third, that ugly rumor had it that parents brought Christmas presents and put them under the tree while we slept. That the usual cornucopia of gifts was from parents strained kid belief. Whenever we went shopping with our parents, who was it who said no every time we wanted some neat toy we just saw? So, why would parents provide a whole pile of toys — and all at once?
And finally, imagine a dad at 2 a.m. on an icy, still-dark Christmas trying to assemble a medieval castle and making sure the drawbridge raised and lowered, that the turrets fit snugly and that the knights were securely set up in full battle array. Would parents really go to such length for toys?
No, it was obvious and logical. Mike and I always fell asleep because we were lulled into a magic sleep.
By whom? The same magical being who was able to deliver toys to millions of kids in one night, and who gives the right toys to the right kids every time.
In short, therefore and ergo, there is only one reasonable solution to the Christmas present/delivery question. And that answer is Santa Claus.
Never saw him, not even once. All I saw on Christmas morning, in addition to my presents, were two very sleepy parents groggily watching us play with our new toys and begging us to please keep the noise down. That I saw.
But, yes, I hadn’t seen Santa. I didn’t need to.
I knew he existed.
The proof was irrefutable.
And right before my eyes.