Klowns in my Koffee

Daily Kup (My Life as a Wrapper)
There was really no reason for me to wait until after midnight to wrap the Christmas gifts. For the past twenty years, I have not gone to bed on Christmas Eve at a reasonable time and this year was no exception. Just trying to catch a glimpse of Santa, I guess.

I don't remember being a big Santa believer as a child but my mother reminded me of an evening spent in tears when I realized that our home didn't have a fireplace. Apparently, I thought that Santa would do a flyover of our chimney-free domicile. She says that I wrote him a letter explaining that we did not not have fireplace but asking him to leave presents nonetheless. I have no memory of this and, until we got to the letter writing part of the story, I assumed that I must have been a cute three or four when this happened. Unless I exited the womb with pen in hand and fully equipped to write complaint letters -- a possibility that has been entertained -- I must have hung onto this idea for quite a while. I was afraid to ask my mother for more detail in case I was thirteen at the time.

We never really abandon illusions; we simply trade them for other illusions. Here's a holiday that resonates with the jaded: