I can’t remember if I ever believed in Santa Claus. I remember the anticipation of Christmas morning, waking up early to see the stash of gifts under the tree. Gifts were always from Santa, at least that’s what the tags said. But did I believe? I don’t remember.
Now the quandary is to decide whether to tell Future President that Santa is “real” or just another imaginary friend, like Elmo, Thomas and Chuck the Truck.
If today is any indication, Future President won’t mind at all if Santa isn’t real. As soon as I tried to put him down in Santa’s lap, he started screaming. Our photo this year is not cute and smiley like last year’s. Oh well, at least this year’s was free.
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