posted on May, 4 2013 @ 05:23 AM
reply to post by Hombre
I was 2.5 years old the first time I saw Santa.
My mother and older sisters were there with me in the living room when there was a knock on the door. My mother went and opened it. A big man in a red
suit and a bag slung over his back walked in, and I freaked out!
I was standing in an area all by myself, and I was so terrified to move, I didn't know what to do!
"Santa" came toward me offering me a toy, and I took off running to my mother screaming in terror!
Of course, this was my Dad dressed up as Santa, but I didn't know that. He got so tickled at me, he burst out laughing trying to make it sound like,
"Ho, Ho, Ho" as he laughed.
I was crying and wouldn't calm down, so he finally had to leave.
I remember the little red fox he tried to give me. I went and picked it up after he left and it became one of my favorite toys.
That was around 54 years ago, and I remember it like it was yesterday.
I don't know when I realized there wasn't a Santa, but I'm sure I was relieved to learn he didn't exist after my frightening experience.
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