I Believe in Santa Claus
Stephen Harris
November 6, 2004
My siblings and I were raised by awesome dedicated Episcopalian parents. That doesn't mean they always got everything right, but they are awesome none the less. As a kid I allowed myself to be drafted as an acolyte for many years. Since I couldn't sing to save my life that was about the only useful thing I could do other than sit in the congregation. At least every once in a while I got to walk around and light candles or something. But it didn't exactly make me want to run out and become a priest, although apparently it did for my brother Jonathan who is doing exactly that. I on the other hand kind of stopped considering myself a Christian, not that I thought there was anything wrong with that. But the whole story just seemed so preposterous. It seemed more like the stuff of some strange movie than reality ever could be. But I remember believing it.
I also believed in Santa Claus. I didn't know what he really looked like. Rumor had it that he was a large jolly man in a red suit living at the North Pole. But when I got a bit older I thought how in the world could that be? And then my children started asking me if there really is a Santa Claus, and now once again I believe. But I still don't know what he looks like.