Not every child grows up believing in Santa Claus. I, however, was told that the jolly old fat guy who slides down a chimney was very much real. And why not? Kids have an unbelievable imagination and something as mystical as a man who delivers presents by way of a flying sled led by Rudolph the red nose reindeer is about as cool as it gets. So yes, I believed in Santa Claus. Of course I found it curious that Santa used the same wrapping paper as my parents. Not to mention, how did Santa ever get inside our house despite us not having a chimney? These little inconsistencies never bothered me much as a kid. So I kept believing because every year, sure enough, Santa brought me presents for Christmas and he ate every one of those cookies. He even left a note saying, “Hey Ryan, thanks for the cookies!”. Continue Reading…