They have asked me if Santa is real and my answer has always been the same. "I believe in Santa".
I read on someone's blog a couple of years ago (cannot remember where now) how they would answer that question to their children and I liked their explanation so I wrote it in my notebook.
The answer is no. I am not Santa. There is no one Santa.
I am the person who fills your Santa sack with presents though. I also choose and wrap the presents under the tree, the same way my Mum and Dad did for me and the same way their Mum and Dad did for them.
I imagine you will someday do this for your children and you will love seeing their faces light up on Christmas morning. This won't make you Santa though. Santa is bigger than any person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us has lived. What he does is simple, but it is powerful. He teaches children how to have belief in something they can't see or touch. It's a big job, and it's an important one.
Throughout your life, you will need this capacity to believe: in yourself, in your friends, in your talents and in your family. You'll also need to believe in things you can't measure or even hold in your hand. Here, I am talking about love, that great power that will light your life from the inside out, even during its darkest, coldest moments.
Santa is a teacher and he has help from all the people whose hearts he's filled with joy.
With full hearts, Mummy and Daddy take turns helping Santa do a job that would otherwise be impossible.
So no, I am not Santa. Santa is love and magic and hope and happiness and believing.