Today we decorated the Christmas tree at home and it reminded me of when I found out...well, you know...the truth about Santa/ Three Kings... *please put your kids away of this blog*.
I accidentally opened the closet in the guests bedroom, and it was packed with bags, through which I could see some toy boxes, that I recognized as the toys that I had written down on my letter to the Three Kings -because in Spain, it's the Three Kings day that we celebrate the most-. Anyway, I started screaming and shouting and ran to my mom to ask her what the hell was going on in that closet. It of course didn't need much explanation and I connected the dots pretty fast. But instead of explaining anything, my mom came to the guests bedroom, closed the closet and we had the following conversation (approx.)
Mom: Okay, nothing happened here. Go to the living room and come back in 10 minutes.
Me: NO!! NO!! NO!!
Mom pushes me out. I wait outside and I can hear the sound of paper and plastinc and how she's manipulating the boxes. After ten minutes, she calls me in, and opening the closet, she says:
Mom: See? The boxes are empty!! I...erm...just...took them out of the trash because...um...I'm taking them to the church for charity...!
Me: You're lying!! Why would poor people want the boxes and not the toys inside?
Mom: Now that's it! Calling me a liar? You go to your room and stop trying to be smarter than me!
And this is how my mom tried to preserve my innocence, and how we both kept ignoring the fact that I knew the truth -I was secretly afraid that, if I openly said I didn't believe, my parents wouldn't have the obligation to give me Christmas presents anymore-.
If you have any experience to share about how you found out? Put it in the comment box below!!
Anyway, since I'm going to an isolated house for the weekend, so far from everything that not even the end of the world would reach that place, I thought I should wish you all Merry Christmas since I might not make another post before that time.