santa tender_square it was brea who told me who wasn’t real, two years my junior and already she knew the world better than i ever would. i must’ve been nine when she stated this fact so causally. “no way!” i didn’t believe her. i thought she was playing a trick on me. “mom eats the cookies and drinks the milk; she nibbles on the carrots for the reindeer; she writes a message back to us using her left hand.” how could i argue with such evidence? seemed like an iron-clad case, closed. and when i accepted this knowledge, seconds later it was like a bomb that kept exploding in my mind… if santa claus wasn’t real, then that meant the easter bunny wasn’t real, which meant that the tooth fairy wasn’t real. i wanted my childhood back. immediately. 211213 what's it to you? who go blather from