Anthony Galli

Every year, since I was a little girl, I have started counting down the days till Christmas starting on December 26th. I have been enthralled with the month of December ever since I saw the magical little moments it came with. To say I was obsessed with the mysterious man named Santa would be a huge understatement. Something about writing him a letter, tracking him on Christmas Eve, and giving him a treat before bed made me the happiest girl in the world. Now, you might think this is so adorable that a little girl loved Santa so much, but I ‘believed’ in Santa up until my freshman year of high school Christmas. My older siblings and friends thought it was the most ridiculous thing, but I didn’t care. Having something to look forward to and believe in gave me so much joy. I didn’t care if it wasn’t the “cool” thing to do and I have taken that attitude with me throughout my life. If I want to do something, I am going to do it no matter what. If I believe in it, it doesn’t matter if no one else does. So, I thank Santa for the best gift, allowing me to be 100% myself without worrying what others think.