The Santa Incident, 2000s, by Kecia Kimara H.

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Who: Kecia Kimara H.
What: Santa Claus
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There was only two days left until Christmas, and our mom could not take it anymore. We kept asking; “Is it time yet? Is Christmas almost here?” much like a needle skipping on a broken record. So with her last bit of sanity still intact, we were bundled up and sent out to play on a cold and blustery morning. As we sat on top of the snow capped monkey bars, we chatted away about all the things that we had put on our Christmas wish lists. But somewhere in our conversation it had turned into a shouting match about who would have the coolest toys. And as older siblings often do, to get the upper hand in any argument with a younger unsuspecting sibling, we decide to burst their bubble. “Guess what, there’s no Santa Claus! Mom and Dad are Santa. They put our presents in the basement!” As those words tumbled out, (No Santa Claus) no one could have realized just how true that would be for one of us. The unsuspecting child leaped off the monkey bars, ran into the house crying hysterically to mom and told her the words that had been spoken. “It’s ok.” she said, “Santa does exist for most of us, who believe. You do believe there is a Santa? Good, now go get ready for lunch.” Christmas morning had finally come, but for one of us it was not a merry morning. Santa had given both lists of toys to one believing child.

After that day I never uttered the words- "There is no Santa Claus!"-ever again. One must never shatter the world of a true believer!