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the previously mentioned low-key ladies night, it was revealed that someone had
believed in Santa Claus until she was in the fifth grade. In her defense, her
father ran a sled along the flat roof by her bedroom window, even leaving signs
of deer scat. For the later youngest daughter, the elder kids would climb the nearby
hill and flash a red flashlight, assuring her of Rudolph’s nose.
Ok that's taking things way too far!!!
ReplyDeleteHey, where's the spoiler alert for those of us who still believe? Or at least believed. Bah, humbug...
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DeleteI was seven. My grandpa played Santa that year plus a neighborhood friend said there was no Santa. I was really sad.
ReplyDeleteThat's cute! I'm not sure when i stopped believing. I don't remember the moment. Perhaps I was always sceptical?
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