I Never Believed in Santa Claus

Account of how I never believed in Santa Claus

When I was about three, I saw my father wrapping and hiding presents. He shoed me away, but I saw what I saw. So I asked my mother where the presents came from, and she told me she and daddy bought the presents. That was what I thought, anyhow--so I was never bothered with guys in red suits--there are only two anyhow, Santa Claus and the Devil--I never believed in Santa Claus in the first place. My father was big on Santa Claus but he always was a bullshit artist. I think little kids who do some detective work and arent  taken in by the bs coming from the grownups dont get enough credit as real independent thinkers. Santa has not brought me s**t in 45 years--this year I made my own Christmas and bought myself some good stuff, and once again, am independent of Santa Claus, like it was at the beginning. Anybody who loves this guy in a red suit can love the Devil, too.