The Santa letdown

I remember actually asking my parents one Christmas if I could sleep on the couch in the living room, where I'd have a perfect view of the Christmas tree. They said no, of course, but I think that was that same Christmas where I found out Santa isn't real. My nose was really stuffy that night, and as a result, I couldnt sleep because I couldnt breath very well. I saw the light in the dining room on, snuck into the hallway, and saw my mom wrapping oddly shaped presents.

The next day, I noticed that those strangely shaped presents (they were Furbys, in crazy octagon shaped boxes) were marked from Santa... then I noticed the smaller things, like how Santa's handwriting matched my mom's, and how the wrapping paper Santa used happened to be the same we've used to wrap presents for cousins.

I wasnt disappointed, so much as worried that my parents would just give up on the illusion and not buy as many presents. My mom still marks some presents from Santa.

Jam it back in, in the dark.