I vaguely remember that when I was small I believed in Santa Claus. Then the memory disappears and is replaced by the reality that there is none. And then I got amused at all my friends who still did. My parents did not even teach us about Santa Claus except tell us the story about Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. They never made us write notes about our wish list and leave cookies and milk by the Christmas tree.
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