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When I was in 1-3 grade I would hear kids talk about Santa . I had never heard about any of that at home. Home wasn’t a good place and I hated going back after school because I had work waiting and the usual whippings for being alive basically . So each year during Christmas break from school I thought that maybe Santa would find me , I didn’t even know Dec 25th was Christmas until I asked a teacher . So one night at dinner I asked my father why Santa never came by our farm . I was slapped out of my chair and asked why Santa would bother with a little POS like me . That really hurt my feelings, I suddenly felt like I was wrong and selfish for wanting a gift ... and I have a huge problem accepting gifts to this day . It’s silly but its something I can’t control. When I was older and adopted by wonderful parents I learned Santa and the spirit of Christmas lived in the hearts of kind and loving people .
