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Santa Claus

by Gaby on

At around the age of nine, i figured out that Santa Claus and my mom had the same handwriting. I grew highly suspicious but because i trusted my parents, I chose to ignore these inclinations, and whole heartedly believed in Santa Claus. But as Christmas approached during my ninth year, a friend told me that there was a “truth” about Santa Claus. She wouldn’t say what it was, only that there was a truth.
That year we went to my aunt’s house for Christmas, and lo and behold, Santa there had the same handwriting as my aunt. I figured out the truth about Santa Claus, but I thought “why not pretend for a little while longer, and get extra gifts?” So I did until the age of twelve when my mom figured out that I was a lying little weasel who didn’t believe in Santa Claus.
At that point, my dear little sister was three years old. Young enough to believe in Santa Claus, but old enough to realize that I was a child like her, and that because she received gifts from Santa Claus, I too should get them. I convinced my parents that it was only fair that I continue to get presents from Santa.
So for the past seven years, I have chosen the gifts that Santa has so generously bequeathed to me.

And that is the story of how I get presents from Santa even though I’m in college.

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