With the barrage of holiday movies on television and the impending calendar date of the Christmas celebration just around the corner, the many images of Santa Claus, old and new, are generously scattered throughout our channel selections. Animated versions of the benevolent being, as well as the portrayal of Kris Kringle by well-known actors, give us abundant opportunity to delve back into that childhood fantasy that all of us once had.
Each portrayal of Pere Noel allows me to travel back in time and dip into the well of innocence I had as a child. It lets me live in a simpler time when life was less complicated and everything seemed magical.
Santa Claus embodies the spirit of happiness and giving. His cherubic face symbolizes unending love, and perhaps it is that feeling of love that keeps the spirit of his message alive in my heart. Santa Claus may not have a genuine physical presence, or feasibly the cynicism of my adult life disallows me from seeing that presence, but the true message of his existence still flows through my veins.
Perhaps the North Pole is that idyllic peace of mind I am wrapped in when I allow myself the child-like happiness that I inexplicably only allow myself to feel this time of year. Sure, I’m generally a happy person throughout the rest of the year, but there is a youthful quality to my happiness during the Christmas holidays that I wish I could capture and recreate on a more frequent basis.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He lives in our hearts and will continue to exist there as long as you believe in the magic of happiness.