I’ve known the truth about Santa Claus since I was ten.
I mean, I sort of already kind of knew. Hello, I go to school; I’ve heard other kids talk about it. Opinions among my friends ran from of course he’s real, but he only gives gifts to really poor kids whose parents can’t get them anything, to who really believes a fat guy sneaks into your house at night without anyone hearing him just to leave presents under the tree? Our house doesn’t even have a fireplace, so how’s he even get inside? And I know for a fact that either Daddy or Papa sets the burglar alarm every night before going to bed, because they’ve told Alex and me time and again not to go sneaking into the living room after midnight or we’ll set it off. If we get thirsty in the night, we have to get a drink from the bathroom th
