Christmas isn’t Christmas …

It was Christmas Eve. And the trap was set. Other kids told me. But I didn’t believe them. So I decided to set a trap. A trap that would tell me beyond a shadow of a doubt … if Santa was real. My plan was diabolically simple. I arranged the cookies, nicely on the tray. I painstaking wrote a note, letting Santa know that that all the cookies were his. In my head, I figured that as long as Santa somehow touched that tray, I’d have his finger prints. Of course I didn’t work out the details of how to lift his finger prints … but I would figure something out. I knew Santa couldn’t resist mom’s cookies. Everyone loved them. The next morning, all was revealed. On the “Thank You for the cookies, they were delicious.” My mom’s distinctive hand-writing gave away Santa’s true identity. I think [...]

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