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calliopes_pen) wrote2011-12-24 03:25 pm
calliopes_pen) wrote2011-12-24 03:25 pm
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Writer's Block: Santa Claus is coming to town
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Even when I was at my youngest, I never believed in Santa. I understood it was just parents doing something. I never set out plates of cookies or glasses of milk--I do recall putting out a paper plate with oyster crackers with powdered ranch dressing sprinkled on one Christmas, but that was a whole other reason. I knew Dad was going to eat it, so it was really just putting it out for him as a snack, for whenever he got home from work that night.
(You knew he was home by the choking sounds caused by the extremely strong flavor of Ranch after he ate it. It was strategic, so that I would also know by how much had melted outside that it was him, when he would then attempt to fool me into thinking tire tracks in the aforementioned snow were from a sled. He never won that attempt, even when I was 2. He still tried.)
Even when I was at my youngest, I never believed in Santa. I understood it was just parents doing something. I never set out plates of cookies or glasses of milk--I do recall putting out a paper plate with oyster crackers with powdered ranch dressing sprinkled on one Christmas, but that was a whole other reason. I knew Dad was going to eat it, so it was really just putting it out for him as a snack, for whenever he got home from work that night.
(You knew he was home by the choking sounds caused by the extremely strong flavor of Ranch after he ate it. It was strategic, so that I would also know by how much had melted outside that it was him, when he would then attempt to fool me into thinking tire tracks in the aforementioned snow were from a sled. He never won that attempt, even when I was 2. He still tried.)