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A childhood belief about father christmas

When I was 5, my mother told me on Christmas Eve that my dolls were really alive and they have been watching me and "reporting on me" to Santa Claus all year if I really was a good little girl. She even added that they go to the tree to great Santa and offer him our cookies and milk. Then she gently kisses me goodnight and sneaked out into the hallway.

Terrified in my bed, watching the glass eyed dolls staring at me... I waited a little while... gather up everything, including Mr. T action figures and Barbies and I snuck out to the living room and put them all in the fireplace and locked the fire screen to trap them in. I figured Santa would come down and crush them before they could talk or come back to kill me in my sleep.

Needless to say, my parents were bewildered to find me asleep in the living room with the fire poker to protect me from Santa's evil spy dolls.

— LF

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