I Still Believe in Santa…
I still believe in Santa. No matter how you may try to convince me otherwise, I know he is out there. Ever since I was a kid, the “magic” of the Christmas season took hold of me and never let go. Despite ups and downs, good years and bad, I have always tried to celebrate the holiday season 150%. I guess I figured out the scam on the bearded white guy in a red suit fairly early on, being the last of five kids, and with a Dad that blurted out at breakfast that he couldn’t digest milk and it would give him serious gas… Hmmm, no wonder the milk and cookies left out seemed untouched. Forget the explanation that Santa was too full to have a bite after hitting 32 million homes prior to ours. My wife says her neighbor told her that Santa was shot in Luneta and she went wailing to her mom, who responded with something like “yup, she’s right!” Our own daughter had one of those dopey kids in her class a few years ago who took great pleasure in bursting everyone’s bubble and The Kid came home crestfallen and in tears as Santa didn’t exist anymore… I told her only one thing… In our home and others, if you believe in Santa, he will ALWAYS exist. On this matter I do not jest. Ever.
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