For years, people have been believing in Santa Claus... a big man in a red suit with a big white beard who slides down the chimney and delivers presents to young children on Christmas. We all know it... we have all believed it. There comes a point where children start to ask questions, to doubt... loosing faith in something they were always certain of.
I want the faith of a child, believing no matter what... never doubting, always loving. I want to be filled with hope that my Santa comes with free gifts... and all I have to do is believe in Him. He doesn't need to be reminded of what I would like, but my Santa already knows what I need. My Santa loves it when I come to Him. He loves it when I sit on His lap and talk to Him. My Santa's love for me is not conditional. He doesn't just love me when I am good, he loves me when I am bad too. My Santa is not just a once a year deal, He is with me all the time, every day, in my heart. All I have to know is that Santa Claus is alive and that He loves me....all I have to do is believe in Him... my Santa.. my Jesus.
1 week ago