I was six years old when Aaron Fowler told me the "Truth", claiming that Santa Clause was really just my parents.
At first I was shocked and impressed, but certain parts of that theory just never added up.
- My parents live in Washington, MILES away from the North Pole.
- I had explored every square inch of our 8 acres and found NO EVIDENCE of a tiny sleigh nor 8 tiny reindeer.
- They could barely afford Christmas for our little family, let alone every child in The World.
- My Mom was always kinda "Squigged-Out" by little people.
- It took our 1968 American Motors Rambler Ambassador a half hour to get in to town, how could it travel all the way around the world in just one night?
- My Dad looks *terrible* in Red.
- My Dad did indeed have a workshop, but all he had in there was fishing gear, a fridge full of Schlitz and enough wine making supplies to put Ernest & Julio Gallo to shame.
So I'm sorry, Aaron Fowler, but it would seem that you were *WRONG*!
