Father Christmas always comes back
My best Christmas.
I could write about the toys I got and offered; spending time with the family members we were so eager to see; the Christmas lunch; the timeless songs; watch movies like Sound of music or Home Alone, or even smell what that quickly plunges you into the Christmas period.
But I will not write about any of these cases.
I prefer to remember the return of the conquest of Christmas' magic. Believe in the symbolism of Father Christmas, in addition to the long white beard and the gifts that each year he brings in his sleigh pulled by reindeers: Rudolph, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen. And above all, the belief in Christmas and the symbolic weight it carries.
I can not specify the year. It was probably in the late 90's. Or early next.
It was a year when my oldest son was surprised by what could be the alleged revelation of the truth about Father Christmas, in which he believed and did dream.
There is always someone who thinks he owns the dreams and feels right to try to cut the umbilical cord between the children and Santa Claus idol. With my son happened equally, as also happens in some stage of life, with all children.
But we do not let your arms down. Paddling against the tide. For him and for us that continued to believe in their charm, their symbolism, contagious magic and greatness.
Our complicity was stronger and could re-ignite the magic light of the belief of that night,Christmas Eve.
One way or another, Father Christmas always comes back. Back to give gifts to those who have the potential to receive them, to give a message of hope to those who, due to the contingencies of life can’t receive presents and still to fill the non-believers with human heat ,who end up being touched by its magic and can't resist the desire of a "Happy Christmas".