I’m 32 now, used to be 6. I remember trying to catch Santa. It’s the middle of the night, one or so. I hear footsteps downstairs, thinking it might be Santa, I put on my slippers and run down the stairs. Remembering that Santa is not real anymore, I see my husband eating the cookies, so the kids think Santa is still real. My kids left some cookies that they made, they were the classic chocolate chip. I remember when I was six, hanging up the stockings and decorating the tree, asking my Mother, “Is Santa REAL!” She would say, “Well, Santa is at the mall. If you want to see?” Not knowing it was an actor, I jumped in joy. I miss when I was little, 6 or so, I was the one who unwrapped my presents in joy, and watching my mother open the presents I made. I wish I were still little, 6 or so. (Not based on a true story)
