I hope everyone had a good Christmas! Marcus and I visited my family and the kids seemed to love their gifts. It’s always fun to be around kids on Christmas – they showed us their new toys, their wishlists, and the cookies they left out for Santa. That got me thinking.. when did I stop believing in Santa?
I was always a pretty savvy kid. I do remember at one point writing a letter to Santa in the middle of summer asking him to prove himself. To my surprise, the tooth fairy responded instead! She let me know that Santa vacations during the summer and I should try writing to him closer to Christmas time. I also remember discussing Santa with my best friend Kim. She told me that every Christmas eve, Santa called her and her brother on the phone! What?? Santa never called me!! Suspicious..
Finally, I have a vague memory of hanging out with my cousins in Tennessee. Now, I have one particular cousin who, as a kid, had the tendency to be a bit of a know-it-all. So did I, for that matter. I remember having an argument with her one summer because she kept telling me and all the younger cousins that she was a “pre-teen,” as if this somehow entitled her to be in charge of the rest of us. Well, smart little me deduced in my head that “pre” just meant “before,” so I quickly snapped back, “Well, technically, we’re all pre-teens!!” So anyway, I’m pretty sure it was nowhere near Christmas time. I don’t even think we were on the subject of Christmas or Santa. But this oldest cousin leaned over and said, “You know Santa’s not real right??” I felt my face get hot because I didn’t want to believe it, but really I had been onto the whole “Santa thing” for months now. So I sadly replied, “Yes..”
I’m sure this cousin has no memory of this event and I’m pretty sure I’ve never told anyone before, so this is my confession. If you’re reading this Ki, you killed Christmas!! When did you stop believing in Santa?