I used to believe in him, once, but I know now— Santa is much like a unicorn. Still, this Christmas feels like a gift. Even when every grown-up understands that it isn’t Santa who comes at night, but parents’ love— wanting their children to keep believing in hope. And if Santa is only a myth, he remains a favorite tale. His name becomes a lesson: that kindness leaves its trace, that good deeds circle back, that being a good child is its own quiet magic— and someday, a gift will find its way into your life.