I come from a Jewish family, but I still believed in Santa when I was little, because our family also celebrated Christmas. I believed in Santa until I was 10, and when my mother finally told me the truth, I sobbed. It just broke my heart. I thought I could never enjoy Christmas again, however after that, I found the joys of hunting for the hiding places for presents. When I'd find them, I'd open up the packages and play with things, then I'd try to wrap them back up and put them back in the hiding places. Sometimes I'd do this for several days before Christmas. I remember one year one of my gifts was a record that I wanted. Well, I'd played it several times before Christmas. I don't remember how I got past the fact that the shrink wrap was no longer on it, but I wasn't questioned about it.
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11/23/06 at 11:55am