Only four days until we leave out cookies and milk for Santa. To the best of my knowledge, we still have a house of believers, but I think this will be the last one. My eldest is old enough that I fear I'll have to break the news to him myself sometime after this Christmas.
That's a worry for another day. For today, please head over to Project Underblog to see how I learned the truth and why I still believe.
It was all Jimmy’s fault. It was December 1978, and I was in the second grade. Jimmy spoke with authority, but in second grade he was two years into a twelve-year career of copying my school work, so I wasn’t sure whether he was either knowledgable or trustworthy. I chose to remain unsure about the whole thing.
But then I snooped.... Read the rest at Project Underblog.