Not long before one Christmas, when I was either in late elementary school or early middle school, I was being bad. I can’t remember what I was doing, I do know it got the typical parent response around the holidays, “If your not good Santa won’t bring you presents. He brings bad boys and girls switches and coal.” I scoffed and told them there was no Santa. So he decided to prove me wrong. Christmas morning rolls around and I am excited, I had been expecting a new bike and couldn’t wait to get it. When we ran into the living room my brother and sister had all their presents but me, I had a stocking full of switches and coal. Of course I began to ball my head off. I couldn’t believe it, there was a Santa and all those warnings I thought were just to scare kids into being straight were true. But I did learn something else about Santa, he can’t help giving children toys. The switches and coal were just as a warning, “If you don’t believe in me I will not bring you presents in the future. Take heed.” He had hidden my presents in the dining room, with my new bike. But since that day I still remember, there is a Santa.
Since I have grown up he has changed some what. Now he knows that I need money more than gifts so he leaves $100 dollars in my stocking, but it is Santa. I believe it.
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