Best Christmas Ever!

The best Christmas I can remember is the Christmas I figured out Santa wasn't real. Not sure how old I was. Maybe 6 or 7.

My father was with a woman who really, really liked spending at the time. On Christmas Eve, my sister and I were put to bed early. Of course, like any kid waiting for Santa, I stayed up. And so did everyone wrapping presents (most of her family). They thought I was sleeping, so they weren't exactly very subtle about wrapping the presents.

So I overheard them, and figured it out.

But the presents were just so fantastic that year, I was overwhelmed. The living room was literally FILLED with gifts. You could hardly walk in the room.

It sounds selfish now to say that my most favorite Christmas ever was due to the massive amounts of gifts that were mostly for my sister and I, despite having learned that Santa wasn't real.

Of course, like the asshole I was as a kid, I went straight back to school after vacation and informed every single child I could that Santa wasn't real.

Jam it back in, in the dark.