The year I ruined Christmas….well technically

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I briefly lost faith that Santa, in my head was the guy above in the picture, the weird mall Santa, the bell ringer at walmart.

I was 8 years old and decided I’d catch Santa in the act of coming down the chimney and delivering our presents. My older brother who was 10 and my younger brother 6 at the time were already in bed asleep. And that’s when I had a BRILLIANT idea! Who needs to catch Santa in the act when you can manipulate the entire situation?

It was GENUIS, I woke up early and ensured everything Santa had brought….well the good stuff, was moved to my stocking. It was fail proof,  who’s going to question Santa? I’ll have a whole year to get off the naughty list. So I executed my plan and went back to bed knowing it’ll be the best Christmas EVER.

Morning came and everyone jumped up to rush to the fireplace. I smiled ear to ear delighted in how smooth my plan was has executed. As we checked our stocking, I was shocked I got everything. Simply shocked and delighted with my new things. My brothers both immediately shocked and couldn’t believe Santa gave me everything started to scream for Mom. I smiled and reminded them, I was the favorite and had been very good this year. Better luck next year, suckers!

Then enters Mom, barely awake and at a loss for words. Then Dad came into the room, I immediately knew I was in deep shit from the look in his eyes. As mom, created an excuse for Santa’s  mistake. I was taken and reminded what it feels like to have a leather belt taken to my butt. To this day on Christmas morning I can feel the sting of the belt. You don’t mess with Santa at any age. Pretty sure that was the last year he gave me what I wanted other than socks, shoes, or necessities.

For the record, I’m good now and ran into him on vacation at Disney world a couple years ago. This was the real Santa, not all his helpers, but good old Saint Nick from the Noth pole and the Macy’s Christmas parade. Turns out I’m permanently on the naughty list, but he did find it to be the best con ever.

Lesson: You just don’t mess with Santa, even his helpers.

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5 responses »

  1. Here’s a pic of my old mate Brian, now deceased, who worked for years as a shopping mall Santa. He was also a prominent member of the Sydney Push and the founder of the Australian Nazi Party. Not that he was a Nazi. He did it for a lark and to register the name before someone else did.

    In his final years Brian campaigned tirelessly for the release of Australia’s most notorious serial killer, Ivan Milat. Much of the evidence against Ivan was concocted. Doesn’t mean he’s not as guilty as fuck. Just that the cops and prosecution lied again. They usually do.

    So the next time you’re sitting on Santa’s knee ask him to free Charlie Manson and Sirhan Sirhan for Christmas. Should raise a few ho-hos.

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  2. This kinda reminds me also of when i ruined Christmas. i must have been a similar age, got up, woke my sister and made her open her sticking at about 3am. So then in the morning she had nothing to open. oops. my parents were not best pleased!

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