| | Greetings.
Oddly enough, I believed in Santa Claus (or "Grandfather Frost," as the atheists in the Soviet Union called him) until the age of ten. My parents desperately wanted to keep me believing, even after all of my childhood friends told me, in whispers typically reserved for dirty sayings, that he was not real. As if it were a dirty saying, I was always shocked, because my parents did hire a Grandfather Frost for me once.
The reason why I stopped believing in him was based more on cross-cultural ties than on my outright recognition of the falsehood. I came to America at age nine, and saw quite a difference in the way the holidays were observed. In Russia, even today, presents are given at New Year, not Christmas. Moreover, there is great emfasis on the fact that the secular Grandfather Frost is not the religious Santa Claus. (He even has a granddaughter, Snowgirl, who alone is supposed to be worth all the elves on the North Pole, and was perhaps engineered as a symbol of gender-egalitarianism in the USSR). I had already begun to doubt how two jolly old immortal giftgivers could exist simultaneously, so I decided to verify the proposition. I informed my parents that I expect Santa Claus to give me gifts at Christmas and Grandfather Frost to give me gifts on New Year's. Only one of these took place. Then I began to get really suspicious...
Perhaps believing in Santa Claus involves a similar element of religious fervor as believing in God. It becomes quite difficult to do when one seriously considers which God to believe in.
That said, I would not inform any hypothetical G. Stolyarov III of the reality of Santa Claus. I agree with Mr. Glombowski that there is no point in spreading a falsehood for its own sake, especially when many children (as I can attest to from my own experience) become rather zealous about it. Nevertheless, I also realize that this is not a life-or-death matter.
As for martial arts, I have a yellow belt in karate, which I received during my middle school years, due to my desire to learn basic defense skills against a drug-addicted hooligan who lived in my neighborhood and constantly threatened to steal my bike and beat me up. But reality has its way of resolving these matters without armed conflict. About three years later, I heard that this bully has been arrested, sent to a special school, and put under house arrest. At the age of sixteen, he already was said to suffer horrible withdrawal symptoms, and is likely dead now. I still have my yellow belt, and my karate training did help me begin a fitness routine that I continue to this day. I may not be a fighter (I would not hurt a fly, literally!), but I do not regret getting the basic training that I did.
I am G. Stolyarov II
   
 The Prologue: http://www.geocities.com/rationalargumentator/eac_prologue.html
Chapter I: Protector's Summons: http://www.geocities.com/rational_argumentator/eac_chapter1.html
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(Edited by G. Stolyarov II on 7/21, 9:53pm)
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