from two years ago!
You see, I never was taught to believe in Santa Claus.
My folks believed in only telling the Biblical story of Christmas and I don’t recall it ever being a problem.
Obviously, I was in the minority and I learned to never talk about it with young friends in case they “still believed.”
But we (my brothers and I) always knew where the gifts came from. We never baked cookies for Santa or wrote him letters or stayed up late in hopes of hearing distant bells or seeing a sleigh on the roof. We never worried that we didn’t have a fireplace, let alone a chimney.
As I grew up and as I became a parent myself, I came to realize what a small sector of the human race I was in. The decision…
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