I can remember how I found out there was no Santa. And it was the least traumatic thing I have ever experienced. It went something like this. My brother comes running out of the house... it wasn't even Christmas... it may have been summer. I was probably around 5 years old, give or take a little. And this is what we said:
Him: "Hey, I've got a secret!"
Me: "What is it?"
Him: "Well, I can't tell you. It's a secret."
Me: "Well, can you give me a hint?"
Him: "You remember the thing about the Easter Bunny?"
Me: "What? Is there no Santa?"
Him: "Nope. No Santa."
Me: "Oh, okay."
And we commenced to playing.
A couple years later my brother and I decided that waking up early on Christmas morning kind of sucked. We Rogers like to sleep in! We also thought this might be a way to get to open presents earlier! So we suggested to mom and dad that we open presents on Christmas Eve... then we could all sleep in on Christmas morning. And my parents being pretty smart people decided this was a brilliant plan. And so our Christmas tradition was born. I mean, really, once you realize there is no Santa coming down the chimney you don't even have in a mobile home... what's the point of getting up so darned early! :)
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