I believe in Santa Claus, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, granter of children's wishes, who is seen at malls, yet unseen Christmas Eve.
I believe in Saint Nick, Sinterklaas, who sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist.
For us and for our children he comes down from the north, carrying a bag full of toys made by elves.
For our sake he was persecuted under Burgermeister Meisterburger; he was captured and jailed.
He escaped with flying reindeer; he ascended to the North Pole and built his workshop.
He will come each Christmas to judge the naughty and the nice, and his legend will have no end.
I believe in the spirit of Christmas, which doesn't come from a store, but means a little bit more.
I believe that Christmas comes but once a year.
I write one letter per year for the gift of toys.
I look for peace on earth and goodwill toward men.
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The North Pole Creed by Lee K. Seitz is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.