If you still believe in Santa Claus, please avert your eyes from the screen right now.
For the rest of you, how old were you when you realized that there wasn’t really a Santa Claus?
Five or six? Nine or ten? Thirty?
For me, the realization came on bit by bit over the years when I was little.
First off, on the gift tags on my Christmas presents, I noticed that the “To Lori, Love Santa” inscription was written in handwriting that looked an awful lot like my Mom’s. In fact, exactly like hers. I realized that it was, in fact, my Mom’s handwriting, not Santa’s.
That was my first inkling that something was up with this whole Santa thing.Read more