Meeting Santa for the First Time

Do you remember your first time meeting Santa?   Or how about when you stopped believing in Santa (because your older brother/sister or the kid on the bus told you he wasn't real). I figured it out early on because my mother was too lazy to effectively hide my "gifts from Santa" and she never wrapped the gifts in different paper or tried to write the "To/From" in different hand writing than her own...I wasn't a genius kid but I was smart enough to put it all together. I plan on keeping this dream alive as long as possible.

God help the kid who ruins Christmas for my little girl by telling her Santa isn't real. I will whoop that child's mothers ass for raising a rotten child and for doing a piss poor job at keeping the miracle of Christmas alive in their kids eyes.

That said, the magic of Christmas is alive and well in my little ones eyes and there is no greater joy then watching her laugh, smile and wiggle in Santa's arms. I can't wait until the day that little Miss is excited to meet Santa and ask him for what she wants but this year it's much less expensive since she can't talk yet!