If the truth will make you cry, would you settle for a lie?

I remember when I found out that Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny didn’t exist. It was some one younger than myself who told me the terrible truth. Later I asked my mum if it was true. She told me yes. It was true. I remember crying. It was like they had died.

Next Christmas, instead of waiting with anticipation for the answer to my letter I was helping my mum fill my brothers stocking, it was fun. But since finding out the thrill of presents appearing each year lost meaning. I love the gifts, but it will never be the same. Nothing ever is over time.

I don’t relate this story because I believe the soul of my Christmas disappeared that year, not at all. The meaning of Christmas is celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, singing happy birthday to baby Jesus. The story merely demonstrates a point.

I love to believe in things, that anything is possible, that I can change the world- and I can. I would hate to see my future before me, before it even happened. I would suffocate if there was nothing to believe in. This being said I also don’t want to be cushioned with lies. It is often more painful to here a truth than a lie. Even so I'd still take the truth because it is real. Dose that mean I want people to tell little children not to believe in pixies and elves, no let them believe, its good to have something to believe in! I would rather know the truth if I held false hope, but if there is still some hope to be had or my belief is not going to hurt anyone, including myself, let me believe, because with belief I can fly.