SentientPotato wrote:
IsabellaLinton wrote:
1. Santa Claus was my first special interest. I believed in him unconditionally and believed magic was real. I prayed to him at bedtime 365 days a year, just thanking him for being kind and asking how he was. I didn't want toys. I wanted a friend.
2. I had my photo taken every year with Santa Claus and I kept the photos on display year round. I knew they were Santa's helpers and not the real Santa, because the real Santa was magic and no one could see him. That explained why the Santas didn't all look the same.
3. A babysitter destroyed my belief in Santa Claus by showing me all my gifts hidden away prior to Christmas. I said the gifts would be from my parents and not Santa. She said "just you wait -- they'll be from Santa". On Christmas morning the gifts were from Santa and I went hysterical. I realized there was no such thing as magic, and I didn't have a special friend at the North Pole.
I really hope it's 3, but somehow I get the feeling that it's 1 in the sense that he wasn't the first.
Sadly, 3 is true. I honestly haven't recovered. She destroyed my faith in magic and my little world exploded all on Christmas morning. It was awful.
1 is true.
2 is a lie. I only had my picture taken once with Santa, because I knew it wasn't the "real" Santa; it was just his helper. The real Santa was invisible and magic, so I didn't really care about having photos taken.
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