I left cookies for Santa. I saw mommy eat them.
When I was using public transportation the other day, a teenage boy struck up a conversation with me. He was going home from college to visit his folks. He seemed quite jittery and anxious. Somehow, we ended up on the subject of how we learned there was no Santa.
I had gotten up to use the bathroom and watched my mom put the presents under the tree. That is how I found out it was all make believe. He watched his mom drink the milk and finish off the cookies they put out for Santa. The next morning she showed him the empty plate as proof that Santa had come.
What made you realize that Santa wasn’t real? Can you tell the tale in ten words? All your wonderful stories about Christmas are welcome in the comments section.