Don't judge me, it's Christmas. [How The Grinch Stole that thing I just said it was.]

[hearsastu]

So. Wait. You're telling me that there are people out there who don't believe in Santa Claus. Like, they used to, but now they don't anymore. They just: stopped. Believing. In Santa Claus.

...why?

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[jollyhappysoul]

The sad truth is that some men are mired in moving forward, without taking a moment to stop and see the magic around them.

[hearsastu]

I guess, but that still doesn't explain why someone would stop believing in something that is completely real. Seriously. Do they also not believe in snow?

[jollyhappysoul]

May I respectfully suggest that they have a right to believe in what they want to believe?

Consider instead that while they might not believe in me, a poor old fat man who flies around the world with a sleigh, they believe in kindness instead?

[hearsastu]

Kindness is also a thing that exists, so...people should definitely believe in it, yeah.

I don't think I get your point, though. Not that I'm not sure it's excellent, since you are Santa.

[jollyhappysoul]

When you hit a certain age, or you have certain experiences - sometimes believing in me can be difficult. [He looks sad there, briefly].

[hearsastu]

What experiences?

[foralltohear]

They grow up, usually

[hearsastu]

Every adult around here still knows he's real. Even the Grinch. And he's, you know, the Grinch.

[foralltohear]

The Grinch.

[She's still getting used to the who Santa is real thing, after all.]

Big green guy with a Christmas complex?

[hearsastu]

Yeah. Well, less now, I'm pretty sure. He seems happy and hasn't gone back to causing any mayhem that I'm aware of. But he's sort of more my sister Cindy's friend.

[foralltohear]

Let me guess. Cindy Lou Who?

[hearsastu]

Oh, you know her.

Wait, where are you from?

[foralltohear]

Um...New York City.

[hearsastu]

Is that new?

I figured you must not be from around here. My dad is the postmaster, so we know everybody. Also you don't really look Whoish.