5/13/2023 0 Comments Why Not by Debra E. MarvinSo I learned to never listen to the doubters. After all, they had never once shown any doubts. I told my parents about it, but I never did tell them how I’d almost stopped believing. Long, thin marks, and lots of animal tracks. There was a few inches of snow, most of it new, and as I wandered around I found the strangest set of tracks. I don’t remember what gifts I received that year, but I’ve never forgotten my big surprise when I went outside to play on Christmas Day. Everyone, even the doubters know better than to risk forfeiture of presents.) Luckily we had a big open front yard and I could look out the window and watch, but why take that chance? Get in bed, stay in bed, and close your eyes tight! (To the delight of parents everywhere, it’s the one night when children want to go to sleep, and I was no fool. Given that he came in the door, he had no reason to land on the roof, either. Santa never came down our chimney, because it was small and went right into our furnace. After all, Santa’s certainly not going to bother bringing us gifts if we don’t believe in him, right? All those fake store Santas? The limited size of his bag of toys? When some of us made that unfortunate decision-thinking we’re so very smart-there’s a concern that it’s better to keep our parents in the dark. I can’t recall what particular incident pushed me toward doubt. I understood that with the time zones, he had a good chance of being able to make a 24 hour night of it, so that wasn’t the problem. It was a sad Christmas season when I decided there might not be a Santa Claus after all.
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