Day 17 | Advent Calendar
Unmasking Santa Claus by R.A. Kerr
I was eight years old when I learned Santa Claus was not real.
Yes, I know. Eight years of age is pretty old to be blindsided by this news. And it came from my little brother. Who was five.
My family was driving to Christmas Eve mass. It was a cold, clear night, and I was studying the sky just in case that sneaky Claus decided to do a fly-by while we were at church.
I was worried. Christmas Eve was always stressful: What if we didn’t get home in time? What if there was some horrible, unrepented-for-deed I committed during the year? What if ol’ Claus forgot where we lived?
I must have been fretting – out loud – because my brother said, “Santa Claus isn’t real, you know.”
I whipped around in my seat. “What?!”
“I said he’s not real.” He was oh-so smug.
I suddenly realized the hard truth of it. A heavy man flying around in a motorless sled? Powered by REINDEER? Impossible! What on earth was I thinking?
I felt ripped off and not a little foolish. But I’m sure my family was secretly grateful to my five-year old brother for containing the biggest source of stress on Christmas Eve: Me.
R.A. Kerr is a freelance writer and a passionate classic movie fan who writes about old movies at silverscreenings.org.