I never believed in Santa Claus...this is probably a good thing...When I was 3 years old, someone took me to see Santa and I got so scared that I cried...Admit it, people, that red suit is SCARY!!!
My parents had logical reasons though for not wanting me to believe in Santa. Mom reasoned that if I grew up and found out that she had lied to me about Santa, that I might start thinking Jesus wasn't real either...she wanted to be totally truthful with me...
When I grew up (especially with my personality), this turned out to be a good idea...while I was still a kid though, it got me into a lot of trouble...
My cousins were taught to believe in Santa...they thought the Big Guy brought them all their presents every Christmas Eve...even though they had no Chimney...I never figured that one out...I got in BIG trouble one year when I told them that there was no real Santa Claus...They cried and told my Aunt and Uncle who then went to my parents and told them how mad they were...
Even though my parents didn't believe in teaching me about Santa, they DID believe in having fun...
My father worked second shift at a factory and often had to work Christmas Eve...and he loved cookies...So every year, I would ask my Dad what kind of cookies he wanted on Christmas Eve...He always wanted Chocolate Chip! Every Christmas Eve "Santa" would get milk and cookies and they were always gone by morning!!!
Incidently, Mom and Dad ALSO did the same thing for me with the Tooth Fairy...I didn't believe in the Tooth Fairy, but I still hid my teeth under my pillow and voila! The next morning I had a nickel...
Mom always told me that The Tooth Fairy was actually my father in a Tutu and Tights...
Yes I have been in theropy....
Merry Christmas!!!
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