Response to Question 2









It was early in the morning during Christmas of 2008, when I realized that Santa Clause did not exist. I was nine years old, and for the special occasion, I was staying at my cousins house for the night. After the night passed, we were both excited to see that the Christmas tree was full of vivid colors and with many gifts at the bottom. However, when I searched through to see which ones were mine, I could only find two.  I then started wondering why, could it have been because I behaved bad? Maybe Santa forgot who I was? Many thoughts started coming into my mind, until I called my mom and asked her why Santa only dropped me two gifts. At that point I was expecting an answer like "Santa forgot to drop all of your gifts" or "Sorry darling, but Santa was very busy dropping all the gifts in time," but instead I got " Sorry son, but the truths is that Santa does not exist." I was very shocked when I heard that answer and all I wanted to was to tell my cousin, but I retained from doing so. I realized that if I told him, I might have ruined his day and his parents might not have an answer for him. Not telling him that day, was one of my many decisions who make me who I am today. Instead of crying or screaming for not getting what I wanted, I kept quiet and enjoyed the beautiful moment with my family.