Submitted by Hardscrabble Farmer
I still remember what it was like when I discovered there was no Santa Claus. It was traumatic, not in a weepy, wrap yourself up in a ball and stop eating kind of way, but in that I can’t believe I didn’t see it all along kinda way. Everyone was in on it; my parents, my school, every adult, the guys at Korvettes dressed up like Saint Nick who had me sit on his lap and tell him my most fervent wishes. It was a giant con and at seven years old I had no one to talk to about it except the kids in my peer group. What are you going to do, accuse your parents of being liars? Demand an apology? And all around you, once you’ve come to the realization, you find yourself being told to keep it on the down low for the younger kids and join the Santa is real liars club.
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