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I had plenty of fun on christmas. It was still a big game. See I had the tree in my bed room and I tried to stay awake as long as I possibly could so that I could catch my parents in the act of putting the presents under the tree. I admit that I never made it.
I was just as happy to recieve presnts that I knew came from my parents than the other kids who recieve them from santa. In fact I think I might have been happier because I knew that the presents were from my parents not some kind stranger on the north pole.
It made me even happier when I realized that I got a 'better' present than some other kid. He'd say that it was because he must have been bad that year and that Santa wasn't happy with that....of course I told him the cruel truth about the non existance of Santa and the sad fact that him having a crapy present was just the result of his parents not loving him.
I may not have loved Santa but I sure loved my parents...I still love my mom...my father on the other hand is an ass.
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