believe that Santa Claus there is great and want to make him believe in full force, staging pantomimes prodigious. It was one afternoon many years ago when someone began to break quest'incanto commitment. I was in the car with my father and two other children home from swimming lessons, when one of them, from a height of ten years, with feigned indifference blurted his great truth: Santa does not There are mom and dad. He said just like that, followed by my father there in front, one eye on the road and the other in the back seat for understanding the impact caused by the revelation, he hastened to explain that fact to the gifts of the older mom and dad because we thought the services of Santa Claus was exclusively reserved for children. He spoke in soothing tones as if he wanted to convince the little cause to pause the rationale for granting me and my other little buddy - why not? - Pure parent to him, one last Christmas magic. All
useless, because I now know. Years of investigation and (unnecessary) emplacements had made me aware of the ritual that takes place on Christmas Eve. No evidence, but evidence I had in quantities of those colorful packages who had gone to the closet of my mother's appearance, identity, under the tree. Or the handful of corn meal for the reindeer left in the saucer that I found the next day in the bin under the sink. And then, to be honest, if Santa Claus really existed would not have brought gifts to children rich and more expensive toys cheaper (or simple candy) to children of poor families as they were on time in little magical reality. Finally, because the world did not know at the time, living in a universe that stretched between our house and my grandparents, I had little grip on the question of how did the old man to deliver all the presents in one night, but we all agreed on one fact: Santa Claus was just mom and dad who are concerned about time to explore our desires, making us write the famous letter to be sent to the North Pole. But what was the need to shout from the rooftops as he did in the car that my friend sapputello? What was the need to be pulling out the big hard truth? Especially since - as I discovered by reading the newspapers of these parties - think Santa Claus is good for the imagination and even the greatest may find that those who truly believe in Santa Claus (Call it what you will) really exists.
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