My Ongoing Grudge With Santa

I have had sort of a grudge with oldMr. Santa Claus. I was introduced to Santa Claus by my parents, who informed me that he was the bone that brought all of my Christmas presents on Christmas day. And I believe my parents.

I flash back on Christmas Eve we had to go to bed beforehand to give Santa Claus time to deliver our presents under the tree. It was hard to sleep that beforehand on Christmas Eve knowing that Santa was coming with Christmas presents. Eventually, we did fall asleep only to wake up Christmas day with the tree filled with our Christmas presents.

I didn’t know the real identity of Santa Claus until numerous times latterly. I was six times old when my parents first took me to see Santa Claus. I stood in the line and awaited my turn to climb up on his stage and tell him what I wanted for Christmas. That first Christmas time, I told Santa that all I wanted for Christmas was a pony. Just a pony.