Good Ole Santa

i was quite heart broken when i found out about santa. no, my parents did tell me nor did my friends but a book. A small book that wasnt more than 2 inches tall and wide. i remember that day just like it was yesterday. This certain dreadful book was red.... the color of evil. i was reading it right around christmas time because it was when i had learned to read really fast and could comprehend. we only set this book around christmas time because it was supposed to be a christmas time book. i thought i was cool being able to read except when it spilled the beans about santa. It mentioned that he was real but not what i had thought. It was a man that used to help poor kids or something by suprising them with gifts while they were sleeping. Then as the tale went through generations he became fat and wore a red suit and had reigndeer. At the end it said that it was basically all fake. After christmas i told my mom that i read it so that i could still get gifts from Santa. I wanted to cry and so did she because that was the whole excitement about christmas night when it was time to open the presents.
Christmas is still fun even though i know, and i still get gifts from "santa" but it just isnt the same as it was when i was a child.