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A childhood belief about father christmas

Originally, I thought that Santa was an ok guy. But that changed when I got a little older. We would always go to my grandparent's house for Christmas. We would go to bed on Christmas Eve, and wake up on Christmas morning to find that Santa had left us presents. One year, when I was old enough to start reasoning, I asked my parents, "But how does Santa get inside to leave presents? Grandma and Grandpa don't have a chimney and fireplace?" My parents answered, "Well, he probably comes through the door, or a window."

He comes through a door or window? At night? While we're sleeping? Sounds like a criminal to me. Just like that, my idea of a jolly, generous, old, cookie-loving man was erased and replaced with a cold, hardened criminal who enjoyed breaking and entering.

I cried and cried until my parents told me he wasn't real. A rush of relief flooded over me. I went to bed happy, knowing that Santa wouldn't be breaking in anytime soon, but I would still be getting my presents.

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