The day I told my mother I believed in Santa
I'm pretty sure I was the only kid in my elementary school who knew the word "pagan", and the only reason I knew it was because my family was decidedly anti-pagan.
I grew up in a born again Christian home where we absolutely, for sure, never did anything that even hinted at an earth-based religion. We did not have Christmas trees or Easter baskets. (Until a little later, but that's another story.) And we definitely did not believe in Santa.
Therefore, I had shaky legs, but a stalwart heart, the day in the third grade I told my mother I did believe in Santa.
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My best friend had convinced me. There was no other way to explain the jingling bells and sounds of reindeer hooves on her roof on Christmas Eve. Santa was real. I knew it in my heart.
I love brave, little, courageous Emma, sitting her mother down to tell her the news. This was the first of many times I would tell my family about some "crazy" new thing I was doing because of a truth my heart told me.
I will never forget the monumental eye roll and frustrated sigh I received in return. She was SO ANNOYED. No, she explained, Santa isn't real. We do not believe in Santa.
My response to this reaction was to do what I always did back then. I placed my true belief in the back of my mind, but never really let go of it. It just remained softly humming in the background.
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That's how I've come to this present moment, when I've realized I still believe in Santa! Ok, not in the actual man in the red suit, but in the ENERGY OF SANTA CLAUS .
Something happened that day. I absolutely knew what I knew and was willing to face my family because of my knowing. I had an experience of truth - when you finally know something and your whole being experiences freedom and alignment because of it.
Santa was truth for me then, and when I think about Santa today, she is still truth for me.
She is the generosity that exists in the universe. We can feel her energy in our hearts and give gifts to others from that generous space.
And I am still that little Emma who can say aloud with shaky legs and a stalwart heart, "I believe".
I hope you all have a wonderful day, and if you don't celebrate Christmas, may you still enjoy connecting to the energy of generosity today.
xoxo,
Emma