Believe

I wish I still believed in sanat. Because every christmas morning my brother wakes up and says oh my gosh mom, dad look what santa brought me! He is so very excited every morning. Now that I know he isn't real, I feel bad knowing that my parents always got the presents for me and also that something that amazing could not be real. That I can't have that feeling that santa ate the cookies we made. That the reindeer ate the carrots we always left outside for them to eat. That sound when you wake up at night and think you hear someone on the roof. But most of all the feeling that you have in the morning when you would wake up at the crack of dawn to go downsairs and open up all the presents that santa brought you.