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  • My mother for one reason or another, has never been opposed to the odd fib or lie. In fact her struggle with being straight forward at one point, lead me to seriously ponder if she secretly worked for the government.
    I guess now in reflection I really should have clarified the facts. But at the age of 9 lying is a sin and the people that instilled this in you, are usually your parents.
    "Mum? Please, please tell me the truth. I promise I can handle it. Is Santa real?"
    She looks at me, that all knowing stare that I am not ready for this information.
    "Come on, I can handle it!"
    "Yes, he is real. The thing is, he died five years ago and all the parents have been keeping it a secret and carrying on his work."
    My eyes as wide as saucers, unable to close my mouth from the shock, I burst into tears.
    It's one thing to be told your beloved giver of gifts is a rouse thus ending the magic, it's entirely another ball game that you were kept from his wake.
    I can honestly say that the only person who was more shocked than I, was my grandmother, whom I decided to share this news with a year later. She almost crashed the car into a pole from uncontrolled laughter.
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