As you stepped out of the trolley and walked up to Santa's doorstep to knock on his door, the excitement radiated from your face. You truly believed you were at the North Pole.
The doors opened and I watched you walk into Santa's workshop with your eyes wide open and I'm sure, your heart beating a little faster. You giggled with your girlfriends and listened carefully to the stories the Toy Soldiers told. You believed every single word they said. I watched you help one of the elves make Teddy Bears. You ever so carefully dressed your bear and gave her so much love. You, my dear, believed you were a part of the Christmas magic.
You headed into Mrs. Claus' bakery, where you filled your belly with Snowman Soup and delicious cookies. You smiled at the magic in the room, because Mrs. Claus was there herself. You belted out the words from your favorite Christmas songs with your friends by your side. Happiness was all around you.
In Santa's mailroom, you picked up a pencil and paper and with such precision and focus, you wrote the words "Teddy Bear" and "Legos." That paper became your letter to Santa. So proud of your letter, you carried it close to your heart and walked into the room where Santa sat. I watched you climb up on his lap and with your face glowing from ear to ear, you pulled out your letter and read those words you wrote so clear. This was your moment of belief. This was your moment of holiday joy. That was my moment I will cherish forever.
My dear daughter, I know one day you will not believe in the man in the red suit, but for now you do and I choose to believe with you.
To believe, is to accept something as truth and right now, Santa is your truth. That is magic. You will always have things you believe in and Santa is just the beginning. Everything starts with a belief.
Jenn Delekta is a freelance writer, working mom, animal lover, social influencer, life-stylist for travel and dining. Follow her at DesertMommas, Facebook and Twitter.
Photos credits to North Pole Experience.