I saw mommy kissing santa claus
Adelaide Shenoy
The smell of artificially-colored cookies, freshly removed from their plastic kroger packaging, brings an overdramatic tear to my eye. Spending unnecessary money on desserts, which most definitely hurt my health, only means one thing: the holiday season has arrived. Do not get me wrong, Thanksgiving is an important holiday, and I’m thankful for many things (one of those things being Kroger selling cookies, and therefore saving my local fire and insurance companies a lot of trouble due to my talent in the art of baking). However, Christmastime is when the holiday feelings really make their appearances. Christmastime is best time of the year, because five days after Christmas is my birthday. Oh yeah, and because of all of that ‘good-will-on-earth’ crap too. There is one Christmas memory in particular that makes me feel not-so-merry. It’s a story I have from fourth grade-the year that I found out that Santa was not real.
My best friend Ellie lived across the street from me, and we played together all of the time. We used walkie-talkies to communicate from our houses, because we thought we were FBI agents. One time, we caught a bunch of teenagers vandalizing her family’s outside Christmas decorations, and our moms, who were friends, chased the teenagers down the street, but that’s an embarrassing story for another occasion. This is the story of the time I found out that Santa was not real.
It all started when rumors started floating around school-that our parents were in fact, jolly old Saint Nick himself. I had not TRULY believed in Santa for a while, but I really wanted to believe in him so badly. I wrote him a letter, asking for typical kid things. My list would have looked somewhat like this:
Dear Santa,
This is my list:
1. More clothes for my doll
2. Art things
3. To be an only child again
4. Trampoline
I very much wanted a trampoline. I talked about getting one for months. Everyone knew that I was going to ask Santa for a trampoline, and honestly I knew that I would probably get one, because of how much I talked about it. When I went to Costco with my mom, I would point out the trampolines. On a day, about a week before Christmas, Ellie told me, via walkie talkie, to walk over to her house to hangout. I walked across the street, into Ellie’s garage, and I noticed a giant box with a Trampoline on it inside of Ellie’s garage. “That’s funny”, I thought.” That’s exactly what I asked Santa for.”
And on Christmas morning, when I came downstairs to see my gifts from Santa, I broke into tears of realization. Beside my Christmas tree, the trampoline box appeared to be the same one I had seen in Ellie’s garage. My mom, not realizing that I was crying, kissed my dad on the cheek. And I kept crying, realizing that I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.
My best friend Ellie lived across the street from me, and we played together all of the time. We used walkie-talkies to communicate from our houses, because we thought we were FBI agents. One time, we caught a bunch of teenagers vandalizing her family’s outside Christmas decorations, and our moms, who were friends, chased the teenagers down the street, but that’s an embarrassing story for another occasion. This is the story of the time I found out that Santa was not real.
It all started when rumors started floating around school-that our parents were in fact, jolly old Saint Nick himself. I had not TRULY believed in Santa for a while, but I really wanted to believe in him so badly. I wrote him a letter, asking for typical kid things. My list would have looked somewhat like this:
Dear Santa,
This is my list:
1. More clothes for my doll
2. Art things
3. To be an only child again
4. Trampoline
I very much wanted a trampoline. I talked about getting one for months. Everyone knew that I was going to ask Santa for a trampoline, and honestly I knew that I would probably get one, because of how much I talked about it. When I went to Costco with my mom, I would point out the trampolines. On a day, about a week before Christmas, Ellie told me, via walkie talkie, to walk over to her house to hangout. I walked across the street, into Ellie’s garage, and I noticed a giant box with a Trampoline on it inside of Ellie’s garage. “That’s funny”, I thought.” That’s exactly what I asked Santa for.”
And on Christmas morning, when I came downstairs to see my gifts from Santa, I broke into tears of realization. Beside my Christmas tree, the trampoline box appeared to be the same one I had seen in Ellie’s garage. My mom, not realizing that I was crying, kissed my dad on the cheek. And I kept crying, realizing that I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.