There is a Santa Claus
I love the story of the little girl who loses a tooth, dutifully places it under her pillow that night, and is once again delighted to awake in the morning to find the tooth gone and shiny quarter there instead. She goes to school and tells her friends all about her good fortune courtesy of the Tooth Fairy. Another child sneers and says, “It was your mother who put the quarter under your pillow.”
Overwhelmed with chagrin, the little girl returns home and bitterly complains to her mother, “How can you leave me every night and go flying around all over the place??!!” In other words, she took that to mean that her mother was the Tooth Fairy.
That is one of the wonderful things about childhood. While little ones may be thinkers, it is not until the age of six, seven, or even eight that they develop the mental machinery necessary for logical thinking. Consequently, while we may worry that some sensible statement or obvious set of circumstances will destroy our child’s charming belief in Santa Claus, the fact is that she still will have no problem believing that the old guy can be in several different malls at the same time and will have no trouble getting his corpulent body down the slim chimney.
So rest easy. Santa Claus may not actually live in the North Pole, but he will always live quite comfortably in the mind of a young child.