Remember When?

December 24, 2006. Another Beautiful day in Paradise. Remember When you believed in Santa? Well I sure do. It seems like just yesterday I would go to sleep early on Christmas Eve and wake up early on Christmas Morning. I would leave out cookies for Santa and a carrot for Rudolph. I would write a letter to Santa and go down to the Post Office to send it to the North Pole. I was young and naive. But it was good. Once I knew that it was a hoax, and had to act in front of my brother, it was torture. I admitted to my friends that I believed in him, just because my brother followed me wherever I went. When I could talk to my friends alone I told them the truth. Back then I didn't really know about other religions and their holidays, and whenever I saw someone I would say Merry Christmas. But today, You can't say Christmas in school because you might offend someone. I doubt that any Jewish person would be offended, especially after that time I told a Jew joke to John. At our school's Holiday Assembly Liz lit a Menorah while singing a song in Hebrew (I think it was Hebrew). If I were Jewish and they asked me I would be like "Nah, thanks anyway. It would feel weird in front of the whole school by myself like that." But that's just me. The Menorah was basically the only non-Christmas thing done in the whole assembly. I feel like I went over all this crap before, and I probably have. Whatever. Merry Christmas! (I even decorated the site with Christmas colors.) Have a nice day.