
Everyone at this point in their lives have figured out that there is no big man that lives in the North Pole, travels around the world with his sleigh led by flying reindeer, goes down people's chimneys, leaves presents under the tree and eats the cookies and milk left out for him. When does this stop being reality for little kids?
I was talking with my 6 year old cousin who still believes in Santa Clause and he was making a list to send to him of all the toys he wanted. Drake couldn't be more excited and I wondered when all this excitement would end for him. When would he realize that the thing that used to get him most excited when he was little was just a fabrication? When does a child lose their innocence? Some people say its good to grow up and experience life, but what is better, being older and knowing the truth about things, or being little and believing what makes you happy, even if it isn't real?