Since I was the older sister, you would have thought I would have been the first one to realize there was no Santa Claus. Unfortunately, Lindy was paying closer attention to the details at our house. One day in December, she came home from first grade and announced that she knew everything I was getting for Christmas. I had heard rumblings about Santa Claus, but I still wanted to believe in him. Oh no! Lindy took me in our parents’ bedroom and up the ladder steps to the attic where she began showing me a black diary I was getting along with some other gifts. I began crying because I did not want one of my few allusions in life taken away. We learned earlier than most children not to believe in magic.
July 19, 2012 by Leave a Comment