It was fifteen days before Christmas and my child came home from school crying saying to us that his friends at school told him that their were no Santa.

It was a very difficult moment for him all his hopes for that toy to come, all the memory he had with us talking about Santa, in a way he felt deceived all his young life, to believe in someone that does not exist.

We went to the living room and as he sat on my lap having a glass of chocolate milk I began to tell him the story of Santa.

I realize that I had to be truthful to him and who Santa was so I began to talk and I told him, Santa was not the Santa that he knew, that long ago Santa became a fat old man because he represented a person who was happy because many people saw fat people long ago as happy.

I explain that Santa was old because old people were said to be kind and generous and that Santa represented humanity someone old and kind and generous.

I said also that he represented the universe and that whatever you ask for from the universe you would get as long as you really desire it intensely.

He was still young and did not catch all of what I said yet he was able to understand that Santa appeared to be one thing and yet he was another as he said to me out loud "oh I know now it is like batman who has to keep his identity secret" and I said yes, hoping one day he will understand.

After that one faithful day that change my child life, it would seem it did not bother him when his friends at school mention that there were no more Santa, he knew in his heart that Santa stood for something else.

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