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Wednesday, December 21, 2016

How I Uncovered Long Forgotten Meaning In Our Family’s Christmas Traditions

As seen in Feminine Collective

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I was 8 years old when I realized there was no Santa Claus. I’d lost the Snow White watch I’d received for Christmas—the one with the yellow leather band that came with a plastic figurine of my favorite Disney character. Sitting at breakfast some months later, I confessed the watch was missing.

“We paid good money for that watch,” my father said. His face wore “the look”—the one that made it clear he was disgusted with my carelessness.

“I thought Santa gave me the watch.” I was confused and my mother jumped in with a feeble attempt to preserve the myth.

“Well, who do you think sends Santa the money?” 

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