Santa Claus is on his way to your house, right now.
It's a fun game, and for them, it's completely real. That is what is happening tonight.
As adults, we grow up. Or at least we think we do.
I was just watching a TV show, and I noticed that I get attached to the characters. The storyline. The romance. The adventure.
I think, yeah, my life could be like that. See? It all worked out for them.
I have to remind myself that they're just characters. Actors reciting lines that writers created. It's all make believe.
We watch Christmas movies and listen to the music. After listening to "Let It Snow" and "White Christmas" on heavy rotation, I walk outside in a T-shirt to 60-degree weather (here on the West Coast at least).
We seem to believe what we want to. We enter a different world.
A fantasy land.
What happens when that fantasy comes crashing down? When we have to stare reality in the face?
I suppose we have the opportunity to meet the full honest truth.
True and Honest.
The make believe is nice. We all spend time there.
But like Santa Claus' visit and the nostalgia of Christmas music, it serves its purpose for a time.
It can feel sad when, in the coming weeks, we take down the lights and haul away the Christmas tree. The fantasy gets packed up in a box until next time.
But we trade it for spring. For a new year, and a new perspective.
Instead of missing the snow and pretending it's there, we can enjoy the weather that is there.
Instead of waiting for Santa Claus to bring us joy through the chimney, we can create it with one another.
Just us. Maybe that's all we need. No make-believe required.