Along with the tooth fairy and the boogie man.

As real as anything can be said to be real. You cannot disprove his existence, so yeah, why not?

Can you clarify? Are you wanting to know if Santa is a real person? Are you wanting to know if Santa is a real idea? What part of Santa are inquiring about? Santa is certainly a very real idea that embodies a spirit of prosperity (fat), happiness (jolly), and giving. I don't know how much more real than that you can get. So, yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.

Of course it is real, every year I see him in my daughter's eyes.

Heh..sorry to have to tell you this but... see him every year though, with my dad's shoes, pant's and wedding ring.heh.. But, if you watch Buffy, he is. =)

There was once a real Saint Nicholas who was from turkey....unfortunately the mythical Santa Clause is not

Who is Santa?

This is not my story, but my Grandmother ("Mamaw") taught me this lesson many years ago in her own way. I carry on her traditions that show that Santa Claus is indeed real! I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true. Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" She snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go." "Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car. "Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's. I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, and the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas. That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers. Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going." I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby. Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team. I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

nope...

Tell, my niece, Ali that Santa isn't real.

DUP, sorry!

AB dup. system is gooffy. sorry.

It's all very relative Albert :) Don't worry about it too much.

Yes, why is everyone so obsesed with trying to prove that Father Christmas is not real, I bet you all believe that men walked on the moon so why do you chose not to believe in him... ....silly people.

Yes I am.

Of course santa is real, if he wasnt real, then how do we know what he looks like?

Well, Santa is based on Saint Nicholas, who was real, and did gifts to children, though he didn't live in the North Pole and have a toy factory :) Santa as we know him today isn't real. Unfortunately, there is no such guy as Santa who comes and deposits gifts in your house, direct from the North Pole.

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus?Thank God he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. ___ According to this piece of information, there is in fact a Santa Claus. Happy New Year. http://www.barricksinsurance.com/virginia.html Oh yeah, and these are all the people I could find who are registered under the name "Santa Claus" and living in the United States: There is a person registered under the name of Santa Claus living in Yuma, Arizona, Onawa, Iowa, Reidsville, North Carolina, Georgetown and Mesquite, Texas, Murray, Utah and Federal Way, Marysville and Lakewood, Washington. There might be more that I didn't even find.

believe me no i am a parent

course, who else brings all our presents lol

Ture as Tootin' ! (Oh - did you mean true? As in does he tell the truth, or does he really exist? Ask your parents. This way you will know what they want you to know.)

wait so santa isnt real im 10 and....today is st.nick day and u know u put ur shoe out on the 5 and on the 6th u get stuff in ur shoe.Well i say to my mom and say oops i forgot to put out my shoes, ill put it out tonight (all my friends said they were gonna put it out tonight ) but my mom said "he already came" and i said"so u forgot to get the oranges didnt u?"(u alwasy get one on st.nick day)she just said in a smiling face"He stopped coing when i was ten" so proving that santa is only real in ur heart plus my teacher said taht santa isnt real but she coulnt break that to ur kids!!****sorryits long**

Santa Is real. i Dont care how old you are, santa wil always be real!

Of course

Of course, so are the elves and fairies etc.

Yes.. Many people believe that Santa is real, therefore that makes him real. I see him all over the place, specially at the malls.

As long as people get the message of Christmas, it doesn't matter. ((Thats what I think, I ain't a Christian))

I have wondered that for a long time and i am 11 i believe though because when i was 10 I slept with my mother and there is noone else in our house it just me and her and I did not go to sleep then I heard an boom and i stayed in bed and when i got up a little while later I saw all my presents thet were not there before. So belive forever and if you dont shame on you.

Ho Ho Ho Why see i'm real. You bay see my helpers in mall's and stores. Buy you may see anytime of the year just walking around and checking and the kids. Keep your eyes open and you may see me. Ho Ho Ho.

He is a mythical character based on a real person created to commercialize Christmas.

True. He lives up in North Pole. He will move south to Tijuana, Mexico because he believes in global warming. My 2 cents.

Yes! my Son says he is real.

Yes, I saw him in the coffee shop where I was getting breakfast this morning.

Of course he is!

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yes remember he is my worst enemy! look at my answer on your other Question

Of course. Don't tell anyone, but I'm married to him and every day is Christmas at our house!

Have you aged 22 years since you wrote your profile? ;) The reason I'm asking is because if you're really 35 then perhaps it's time someone told you the truth but if not then perhaps you're still too young to face such a harsh reality.

Yes of corse he is, ask my 7yr old.:-)+

Absolutely

Of course. But me and my friend always argue over if he is or not. His mom told the news when he was 3. Now i have alot of reasons that proves that he is real or find out if he is: 1. When it snowed down in houston, there were reindeer tracks on the roof 2. we all say yes online 3. I do not tell my parents what I want for christmas, i just keep it to myself and get it on the next day. Well I am currently tracking santa on google earth he is currently in (right this second)Nebit Dag, Turkmenistan

No.

No.. there's a huge fat fucking jolly guy who has a hydraulic sled that makes it millions of miles through Earth in 10 hours. With flying Reindeer. And all those other 364 days a year he's freezing his balls off in the North Pole. Yes there's a Santa... of course.

yes he is. I believe in the magic of Christmas.

he's satan in desgise, just flip around the letters

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa Santa Claus, also known as Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, or simply "Santa", The folklore of Saint Nicolas has many parallels with Germanic mythology, in particular with the god Odin. These include the beard, hat and spear (nowadays a staff) and the cloth bag held by the servants to capture naughty children. Both Saint Nicolas and Odin ride white horses that can fly through the air; the white eight-legged steed of Odin is named Sleipnir (although Sleipnir is more commonly depicted as gray). The letters made of candy given by the Zwarte Pieten to the children evokes the fact that Odin ‘invented’ the rune letters. The poems made during the celebration and the songs the children sing relate to Odin as the god of the arts of poetry.

no

no, but neither are you. Moot point, we will all move on.

i think he's only real until your about 6 or 7 years old.

Strictly, once a year, in December

No, Santa is not real.

well, at one point there was a saint called nicholas, and he threw bags of gold down the chimneys of poor families, however he has been transformed into a media tool, the version of him you see today is a marketing tool

No

You should know you are God arent you . =P

No.

Yes, I see him in the mall at christmas time evry year!

I think he got shot down over iraq! I'm sorry! but hey you're god you should already know that! :) +5

He's real in a child's heart.

For people who believe, Santa must be real, however imaginary he may be. It takes a lot of years to realize this, so give it time, and you'll recognize the answer to this question.