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Waiting for Santa

Yes, I believed in Santa and no, I am not ashamed to say it.

It was a wonderful part of my childhood, believing my presents were free and all I had to do was ask. I didn't do the extreme stuff like leaving milk and cookies but I did stay up to wait for him.


Science and started to catch up with fiction and science fiction wasn't going to be the result of that clash. (Sorry, bad joke😅) 


I wondered how someone lived in the frozen North Pole, how he got letters in the first place, who delivered the letters to him, how he knew what I wanted when I didn't tell him (I didn't write letters). I especially wanted to know how he got in when we didn't have a chimney and double locked all the doors at night.


Long story short, I waited and he 



actually 




showed




up.





NOT.

I figured out the rest from there. I was fun while it lasted though.


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