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A childhood belief about father christmas

When I was little, my Mom, Dad and I would stay at my Grandparents house on Christmas Eve. They had a three story house, not including basement. Well, one year I slept on the third floor. After I heard everyone go to bed I heard a loud thump on the roof, then footsteps, and then I heard something slide down the chimney that ran from top to bottom in the center of the house. Followed by a large thud from the living room downstairs and ornaments hitting eachother.

My father is kind of a nut and would try to do something like that in his younger days. So maybe it was him. But I don't think I will ever know for sure, perhaps I will question him later.

Anyways, though I am 22 and no longer believe in Santa, this event still puzzles me and makes me wonder.

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