Which Reminds Me

I am suddenly reminded of my childhood delusions revolving around Santa Claus. My mother always thought it was a necessary tradition for us children to believe in Santa Claus as long as possible. Naturally the delusion was shattered in fourth grade when Cheryl sort of ridiculed us, particularly me, for still believing in Santa Claus. Don't I know that my Dad drinks the glass of milk and eats the cookies that are left on the table overnight for Santa's refreshment? Yes, of course. That makes perfect sense now that you mention it. How stupid can I be? Duh!