I remember one starlit Christmas Eve walking through the snowy yards from the neighbor’s house back to our house—my dad holding one of my mittened hands, my mom the other. All at once, we could hear the jingling of sleigh bells seemingly overhead. I just knew it was Santa! The adult me now believes it was probably my dad who may have snuck some jingle bells into the deep pockets of his brown Carhartt jacket. My inner child still believes it was Santa’s sleigh.
I never had the revelation that there really isn’t a Santa Claus. I just realized one day, that, I hadn’t believed in him for several years. I think it was because my Dad took me shopping for presents for the family, kinda with the idea that we were giving Santa a helping hand.
FreyjaRN Premium Member about 1 year ago
Pippin has a point. Poor Fargo.
rikkiTikki Premium Member about 1 year ago
There will be a lot of jingling before Christmas Fargo-don’t panic! And Pippin made a rational point today.
Sue Ellen about 1 year ago
I remember one starlit Christmas Eve walking through the snowy yards from the neighbor’s house back to our house—my dad holding one of my mittened hands, my mom the other. All at once, we could hear the jingling of sleigh bells seemingly overhead. I just knew it was Santa! The adult me now believes it was probably my dad who may have snuck some jingle bells into the deep pockets of his brown Carhartt jacket. My inner child still believes it was Santa’s sleigh.
LadyPeterW about 1 year ago
I never had the revelation that there really isn’t a Santa Claus. I just realized one day, that, I hadn’t believed in him for several years. I think it was because my Dad took me shopping for presents for the family, kinda with the idea that we were giving Santa a helping hand.
kangtourcat Premium Member about 1 year ago
Like Max.
tad1 about 1 year ago
Pippi may be right, but she’s still a jerk. Poor Fargo.