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I originally posted this reminiscence as a Christmas Day status update on my Wall with an all-too appropriate Facebook meme to declare my loyalties in the "War on Christmas" and to prove my bona fides as an old culture warrior in the same. Also, it is a most telling autobiographical vignette. I thought the post merited rescue from the certain doom of Facebook obscurity, so I added it to Facebook Notes on 25 December 2013.
Santa Claus isn't coming to town . . .
by Matt Wallace
This page was last modified on 27 December 2013.
A few years back, a cousin told me she truly hated me for several years when we were kids because I had told her that Santa Claus wasn't real and was actually our parents. For the life of me, I can't recall having done so, or even that she ever truly hated me, but I don't doubt her as I was always a little smart ass which explains why I'm an even bigger smart ass to this day. I do remember finding my presents in their hiding place one year, and after an active search at that, even before Santa got his annual clearance from NORAD to violate U.S. airspace. I was maybe five or six, seven at the very latest as we moved next door on April Fools' Day 1969 just after I had turned eight. I can't say I was all that bothered to learn the truth, but then my curiosity always has been a persistent and nosy little ferret. And I still got my stuff regardless of the true source. As for my cousin, she went on to earn a Ph.D. in Child Psychology . . .
Truth and Consequences:
The Hard, Cold Facts of Life vs. Your Inner Child
Please note: This image is a Facebook meme of unknown origin
and was acquired 1 August 2007. Given its source, its copyright
status is ambiguous, thus I am using it under terms of fair use.
But on the other hand, the title is my own and reflects my opinion.
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