Santa Clause

When I think of Santa Clause, I think of your stereotypical Santa with a red, velvet suit and a white beard. I believed in Santa Clause until sixth grade, when my friend Erin told me he didn’t exist. I don’t know if in sixth grade I still actually believed in him, but no one told me otherwise, so I liked to think I did.

Growing up, I would get sort of nervous at the idea of some man coming breaking into my house, even if he was delivering presents.

I think I always knew though because the handwriting gave it a way. My mom was sweet though to use different wrapping paper and stuff. 
I also found a list that said FROM US and FROM SANTA on it. I don’t know how my mom would’ve had access to that. 

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