there was no Santa?




I remember it well (kind of). I was 12 years old, and at the time, I already had an idea he wasn't real. I went rummaging through some stuff in the garage looking for my rarely used basketball when I came upon a gift
sitting on top of some old records. The tag read, "To: Jon From: Santa"



This was in September.

Some asshole from a poker forum ruined it for me.

wait...you're joking right?

I realized it when one of the neighborhood fat guys went to everyone's house on xmas eve and everybody played along like he was the real santa. But I slow played it and squeezed out another three or four years worth of loot. Yeah, that's right even at age 15 i was a hustler.

brag post obv

Hey man, I'm just laying out my life here. Don't hate on me for speakin the troof.

damn skippy it was a brag post. isap so i gotta brag about somethin.

we all goot

some *** hole in 2nd grade told me we faught 6 years later over a girl I won obv.. I hit him with a trash barrel too ... true story


I did it for you more than the girl SANTA

hot?


ttiwwop

Edited out because this post was cruel.

I was like 6, my mom told me.. I remember getting PO'd and asking her "I suppose this means the tooth fairy's not real either,huh?" lol

Okay, now see this? This is a four way road, okay?

And dead in the center, is a crisp, new, hundred dollar bill. Now at the end of each of the streets, are four
people, okay? You following? Up here, we got a male-affectionate, easy-to-get-along-with, no political agenda lesbian. Okay? Now down here, we have a man-hating, angry-as-fuck, agenda-of-rage, bitter dyke. To this side, we got Santa Claus, right? And over to this side - the Easter Bunny.

Which one's going to get to the hundred dollar bill first?

The man-hating dyke.

Good. Why?

BECAUSE THESE OTHER THREE ARE FIGMENTS OF YOUR FUCKING IMAGINATION!

My parents are immigrants (Dont know if that matters) and never allowed me to believe that there was a jolly fat man who miraculously showed up the night before Christmas. All gifts were labeled 'From: (insert real person)' and 'To: me'.
I think I always appreciated that more.