BUt Rich! That is where you are WRONG! Santa DOES exist! If not, how do all those presents get into my mum's stocking and under her tree each year, even when I'M not staying over that night? And by the same token, how did all those chocolate egg poops get all over my BF's bedroom this year at Easter, huh??<br><br><br><br>
I still 'believe'. I sit up on X-mas night each year and listen to the Santa reports on the radio- I dunno if you guys get this in the US, but up here the Canadian Military broadcasts Santa Sightings, and "UFO's that look as though they are being pulled by eight tiny UFO's!!" It rocks my socks off.<br><br><br><br>
Sitting here discussing it, my mum says: "I liked your Dad's version best." Apparently on the Christmas nights he had to work and be away from home (Flying commercial jets for AirCanada) he would do Santa reports all night over the intercom for the kids on board. He'd talk about blips on the radar, and lights in the sky, and sometimes, every once in a while he'd make the airplane bump up and down a bit and announce: "Sorry about that, Ladies and Gents, we're experiencing a bit of turbulence here because I think we just passed through Santa's contrail..."<br><br><br><br>
At home he also pulled all sorts of stunts. He put reindeer tracks in the snow once, and left Santa's hat in the bathroom by the can.<br><br><br><br>
When my half sister was little he stomped boot marks all over the livingroom carpet from the fireplace and back just to see her reaction when she saw Santa was really there!<br><br><br><br>
She was a tricky little bugger though. One year she rigged the livingroom with booby traps to see if she could trip Santa, get him tangled up and cause the struggle to pull a bell that would wake her up so she could SEE him...<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
My fav story has to do with my best friend's little sister. The first year I found out about Santa she came up to me with this calculating look on her face and said, while looking me up and down: "Avalon, some of the other kids at school say Santa isn't real..."<br><br><br><br>
I hadn't dealt with "continuing the myth" yet at that point, so I wasn't quite sure what to say. After a long pause I finally said: "I've heard that too, but if he isn't- how do all those presents get under the tree every year?? He MUST be real!"<br><br><br><br>
She thought about this for a long while, still looking very suspicious and perplexed, then suddenly broke into a big grin.<br><br><br><br>
"Yeah! Those other kids are pretty dumb, huh?!!" She said, and happily walked away.