My parents never made a big deal about Santa. No presents ever came from him--at least not by way of the parental units, though I'm sure some extended family and friends gave up gifts that way.
It was in school that the big deal was made. Art projects, stories, songs you sang... the Jehovah's Witness classmate of mine was not a happy child when the holidays came around (Halloween, too).
As to poems about Santa, I know only one (besides 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, that is) and I know it because my late grandfather wrote it. About a policeman pulling over a speeding Santa Claus.
My sister wrote a speech about how Santa Clause is a stalker and a sort of cat burglar. I started to write a tale called "My Stalker's Name is Santa Claus."
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It was in school that the big deal was made. Art projects, stories, songs you sang... the Jehovah's Witness classmate of mine was not a happy child when the holidays came around (Halloween, too).
As to poems about Santa, I know only one (besides 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, that is) and I know it because my late grandfather wrote it. About a policeman pulling over a speeding Santa Claus.
My sister wrote a speech about how Santa Clause is a stalker and a sort of cat burglar. I started to write a tale called "My Stalker's Name is Santa Claus."
Done babbling.