Christmas With A Little Bit Of Salt I Guess

Well everyone has there story about how they found out that santa wasn't real. It's usualy filled with disapointment and maybe even some crying. (For those of you who must have really liked santa) But unlike other people I was never told that santa was actually real, so I never actually "believed" in santa. (I no some of you are thinking no way you making that up, everyone when they were a kid believed in santa) Well none of you grew up with a sister like mine.

If you knew my family, you would find that we're a little different. (But then again who doesn't think there family's a little off) But the thing about me growing up, is my older sister was and is to this day absolutly affraid of everything. (Ok not everything but a lot) She was the one who I guess you could say "ruined" the thought of santa for me. Since she is afraid of everything, during Christmas time when every little child would go to bed early in the hopes that santa would come early,(Or fast or something) Or even the stories of little kids trying to stay up all night so they could see santa for themselves, my sister would be sleeping with a bat. (And no, not a bat like a little stuffed animal bat, she would sleep with an actual baseball bat) The thought of some fat man coming into our house through the chimney to give us present scared her to no end. So to make her stop sleeping with a baseball bat my parents had to tell her that santa wasn't real so that she could actually sleep and not stay up all night ready to attach the man breaking into our house. (Yeah sounds weird, I no) In a way, now that I look back on it, she was right. Why would we want a fat man we don't no, coming into our house to give us presents? (Kinda sounds like a pedophile if you really think about it...just saying) So in my mind she was the only person who actually was thinking sainly.(What do you want kids to think it's ok for a man to come into your house when you are sleeping..no..scary and not good.) But anyways, becuase of her, when I was young my parents always told me that Christmas is inside of you and that we are all santa inside. In a way it was nice knowing this and I never had the moment when my heart was broken because the fat man wasn't real. So I guess I should thank my sister.