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Not Everyone Believes In Santa Or God — And That’s Difficult
Roaring Rivers
Torrents, currents, and ripples by Christyl Rivers, PhD.
I never believed in Santa Claus
Make of my skepticism as you will, but it’s not my fault, or my choice.
My beloved sister, a jerk, told me when I was just three years old that “There is no such thing as Santa. It’s mom and dad.” I honestly have no memory of ever having belief in the jolly old elf, except possibly, on that very Christmas Eve when she dropped the bomb.
We shared her frilly, pink bedroom. I was up in the middle of the night searching the skies, listening to the living room, and dreaming of candy (mostly candy) and toys.
Thus began a life of cynicism and doubt. Did it lead to my present critical thinking style, and skeptical self? Probably. Every one of us is entirely affected by our biology interacting with our acculturation.
But what about God?
By high school I wanted a social hub so I went to church and joined the Christian youth group at school. Socially, I have always wanted to belong. I am not sure whether or not I was ever a true believer in God.