Monday, December 24, 2018

359/365/Happy Free-for-All

At 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.

5 comments:

  1. Ok that's taking things way too far!!!

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  2. Hey, where's the spoiler alert for those of us who still believe? Or at least believed. Bah, humbug...

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  3. I was seven. My grandpa played Santa that year plus a neighborhood friend said there was no Santa. I was really sad.

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  4. That'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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