How I know What I know

                                                     
                                         As children, we all feel as though we "know" that Santa Clause exists. Every year we try to be on our best behavior to receive this wonderful gifts from a man we've never seen. The only thing that most of us know is that we write a list to him of what we want, we must behave well, and our parents know him. All of this information comes from our parents, older siblings, companions, and other adults. Although, we as children have never seen him, we believe that he is because it's what we've been told. It's the only thing we know. As we get older, we begin to find loopholes in the stories and situations, and realize that certain things just don't add up. Eventually, we are told that Santa Clause is not real, and that he is a mythical being. Disappointed, we accept this knowledge and eventually move on knowing that Santa never did or will exist. Then, behold, in school we learn that Santa Clause was based on a real person named Saint Nicholas, who was a richer man who gave gifts to the poor. Although, this was not the Santa that we grew to knew, we know again that he was in fact real. The point I'm trying to make by this is that we know what we know by deciding to trust certain people, who trust certain people, who trust others who have delivered history.