Meeting Santa and the suspicions that ensue.
I can’t ever remember going to go see Santa. A lot of times, when I think very hard about early experiences, I can at least get a glimmer of a memory. In this case, zip, nadda, nicht. First of all, I know I went at least once, because there is photographic proof. However, I am […]
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