I want to talk about a special day, I was 8 years old and I still believed on Santa Claus. That afternoon I was so excited because Christmas, and a friend from school told me that Santa didn’t exist. That made me feel confused and sad, I had to do something to know the truth.

I planned something to do; I wanted to get an autograph from him. I prepared a piece of paper and a pencil. The paper had written in: “Dear Santa, sign if you exist”, that was perfect to finally know the truth.

At midnight I was nervous, I was losing my hope, I was believing that Santa didn’t exist. I opened my gifts and I forgot the paper. I was playing with my new toys in the street with my neighbours when I remembered my plan. I entered to my house quickly and under the Christmas tree was my paper, I took that whit my eyes closed and when I finally watched the little paper I was shocked. ¡That was the Santa’s sign! I really believed that the sign was him.

When I grew up I realized that my mother signed the paper that I kept by the next years. That was a good night, I’ll never forget that.