This was published a couple of years ago, but Slate posted it again… A timely read, especially as we prepare for our annual and perhaps my husband’s least favored household activity: putting up our blue (for Hanukkah) holiday lights.
I’m not sure when I started to believe in Santa, exactly. But I sure liked it. And it’s silly, but I still kind of believe. I still like it, the thought of Santa.
“It’s always easier to want to believe in something than it is to say it never was true.”
I like Tobolowsky’s concluding thought on this sentiment, originally expressed by a six-year-old (!): It’s about hope.
“…the ability to believe is always present, always available. Belief gives us a power to see beyond the obvious. In the face of loss or disappointment, it is the source of renewal and endurance, the foundation of the science of second chances.”
Diary of a Corporate Wife 