~ WILLA's POV ~
When I was eight years old, I found out that Santa Claus wasn't real.
Prior to that, I, like any other kid in America, thought that Santa was an old kind man with a long white beard who lived in the North Pole with his elves and traveled to people’s homes during Christmas to give us gifts. But at eight years old, I went to the mall with my mom and Wes, and there was Santa Claus there. He was taking pictures with kids and asking them about their Christmas wishes.
Wes and I got in line and we sat on Santa’s lap and told him what we wanted. Wes wanted a robot thing and I asked for a Lego dollhouse. We were excited when Santa said we would get them if we were being good. I didn’t know about Wes, but I was being good. I always finished my food and I cleaned my toys af
