Christmas in my family was never about Santa Claus. I don’t remember ever hearing my parents say anything about him. I do remember thinking one of my uncles was a nut when he asked me what “Santy Claus” brought me for Christmas.

In our house, Christmas was about church, family, and togetherness. Even though money was very, very tight, Mom and Dad always got us exactly what we wanted. We knew where the bounty came from, and the sacrifices they made to give it to us. And that is what made it special, after all.

ditto, Dr. Doll. I don’t like the idea of an all-knowing, omnipresent, pedophiliac old man who bases his “love” (for lack of a better word) for me on whether or not I’m good enough to deserve it. but hey, to each his own.

Pedophiliac? I thought he was only after the milk and cookies… Wait,… were the milk and cookies metaphorical?!

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