Father Christmas or Santa Claus

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Do you believe in Father Christmas? Do you believe in Santa Claus? It is such an exciting question to you all, right, little friends? Well, you know what? I, too, am like you all in the same boat actually. Yes, I, sometimes, believe in this idea but, sometimes, I do not.

However, who doesn’t love receiving gifts, right? Now, let me share one of my experiences with all of you today about whether Father Christmas or Santa Claus has ever come to me or not.

One evening, I really, really wanted to know who he really was actually. You know what? I tried to sleep with a plain belief that he would come to me and put gifts for me inside the stockings that I used to hang down from my study table. I promised myself that I would finally recognise who he was.

Well, my mom said to me, “You can’t see him in this way. Still, you will be able to know, for sure, that he has come to you for giving you Christmas gifts once you wake up tomorrow.”

My little friends, let me, please, tell you something. I finally found it that our nears ones, say, our mum, our dad or our brother or someone else, become the real Santa Claus or the actual Father Christmas in our daily life. Hence, to get to know the real Santa Claus or the actual Father Christmas, all we have to do is to become good from our within. We should obey our elders; we should study attentively; we should remain good as well as brave; we should respect the others and we should help the needy. You know what? The joy of giving cannot be measured at all.


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