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The day I stopped believing in Santa Claus
was a day in which I
woke up too early.
And there was a...
I don't know,
something made me go to my parents closet.
And I saw the television.
A television.
And I thought:
"Why is there a TV in the closet?"
The day I stopped believing in Santa Claus
was a day, at night.
It was a rainy day
and my parents came to pick me up
I already suspected that they were up to something
because they never stayed at work till so late.
And when they came to pick us up
we got into the car
and I looked back at the trunk
and there was a blanket
covering up a lot of things.
And I didn't even need to unveil
what was underneath the blanket.
I already knew that that was where
the presents were.
So, well...
I think I was with some friends
and they were teasing one of my friends
because he still believed in Santa Claus.
And I was laughing.
But then I was like...
We are all laughing at the kid
who still believes in Santa Claus.
but I also still believed in Santa Claus.
The day I stopped believing in Santa
was much less significant than I had expected
because my mom told me
that Santa is a *** Yankee
and that the ones who really brought us presents
were the three kings.
So in a certain way
my disillusion was not as great
because my faith in the three kings
Melchor, Gaspar and Baltazar
The day I stopped believing in Santa Claus
I was in my father's van
and we were talking about the three kings.
My father always calculated every detail.
He'd say he'd played dominoes with them,
and that he'd eaten half the cookie...
But that day I was in a dark mood.
I knew it was false
and I said
"It's not true.
He doesn't exist. Right dad?
He doesn't exist. Santa doesn't exist.
Right? He doesn't exist."
And my father looked at me and said:
"He's only as real as you want him to be"
I looked at my brother
and I knew that there was a difference.
I think it was one of those days
And she looked at me with a face of...
disgust. And she said:
"You still believe in that?"
The day I stopped believing in Santa Claus
I asked my mom to buy me a bicycle.
I had been insisting,
but then they bought my sister a bicycle
and I got mad
Because my mom had only gotten me some colored pencils
which were ok...
My mom screamed at me:
"Do you really think that Santa exists?
I'm Santa, and I bust my *** off working!
And all you do is scream
And so that was the day
that I stopped believing in Santa
and I told all my friends.