tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530746139414554992.post349917032743148621..comments2023-04-24T11:33:24.080-04:00Comments on Mom's Glass of Whine: Love that kid!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00792097077656639621noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530746139414554992.post-30329054038497757112012-12-28T21:52:42.970-05:002012-12-28T21:52:42.970-05:00I think I stopped believing in Santa at around 6 b...I think I stopped believing in Santa at around 6 believe it or not. I noticed my mother's hand writing was the same as Santa. My mother happily told me the truth and I was okay with it.<br /><br />Coming from a dual religion household, our Christmas was pretty normal. Presents. Tree. That's it. Was a time when our parents gave us things they could only have dreamed of when they were growing up, both of them quite poor. It taught my sister and I the importance of how lucky we were and to pass on our good fortune whenever possible.inactive bloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17824371589705620529noreply@blogger.com