i (Still) believe in Santa Claus

When I was a child, I believed in the Santa Claus of the sleigh and raindeer. I took it for granted and did not question it, when presents appeared beneath the little tree my brother Joe and I set up in our shared room (hotwheels for us both), in addition to the puppets and other toys downstairs.
Eventually, I was told "the truth", that there is no Santa Claus. That it is just mom and dad, or the high school football star, dressing up and playing pretend.
And now, I have come full circle. Santa is real, in that he is the embodiment of the metaphor for the giving aspect of the winter holiday. Santa is the spirit of anonymous gifting, of unconditional generosity in the time wanting. Santa is the idea that even when the fridge is nearly empty, and the credit card is full, there is value in a lavish meal, shared with love. Santa is the spirit of defiance, against the winter that takes, the wind that drives away warmth.
I believe in Santa Claus, and I do my best to be Santa Clause.
And I need to be asleep in 19 minutes, for unrelated reasons.
Happy Solstice, May the suns return bless us one and all.