Don’t believe in Santa Clause. He is a Lie!
I felt like crying. I felt like been cheated. I was shocked. Santa is a one giant lie! It was a one grand conspiracy, making me believe in that nice old man, looks after all the good kids in the world. Any of you knew it was a lie?
My friends laugh other day pointing their finger at me and holding their stomachs. I felt like crying. How can I not to believe in Santa? My mama told me about him. NASA and Norad tracks him every Christmas eve, and display Santa’s movement in their web site. They all make a fool out of me. I felt like cheated. I felt like crying.
I thought Santa is a nice old man lives in Northpole. He used to watch over me every single minute, am I been a bad or good boy, just like how Joseph Stalin used to watch over Russians. They told me, if I behave badly, Santa not going to like me anymore. I was scared.
I hated Grinch, the enemy of Santa, tries to steal Christmas from him all the time. Oh Boy! I hated him so much. Do you know Grinch was a lie too? Really, I mean guys, Do any of you knew all this is a queen-size lie?
Anyway, other day two nicely dressed gentleman knocked on my door. I opened it, brushing my teeth in the morning. They asked me "Who you believe in, Handsome Sir?", with smile on their faces, and holding a book with their hands.
I said proudly, "I believe in Santa Claus!", and how nice the Santa is, and how did I met him when I was young, and how my mama used to tell me stories about Santa and even I showed them the photo of him on my wall.
But then, at that minute, they told me “You cannot believe in Santa any more, Santa is for kids, and you are not a kid any more”. I asked them “WHY?”. They said, "Because Santa is a lie, and there is no Santa at all, Northpole is just an empty wasteland just like scientists says".
I felt like crying. I felt like cheated. My legs felt heavy. Tears came out my eyes. Why did they lie to me all this time? Why!
But those young gentlemen were so kind. They lift me up, sat me down on a chair and told me, “Don’t give up hope, you don’t want Santa, you are big now. You need God in your life”. I asked them “who is God?”, wiping out my tears.
They said, “He is the Savior! he is the Lord! he is the Creator!”. They fetched me a glass of water. I felt better.
They taught me everything. They said Satan is the enemy of God. He is so much worse than Grinch. Satan tries to steal the whole world from God. Jealous basted! They taught me how to talk to God. It was easy. I used to write letters to Santa before.
God is looking over me every single minute; he knows everything I think, everything I do, even in the bathroom. And if I behave badly, I will burn in hell forever after I die. Quite scary though, felt like living in North Korea, even without an escape after death. But I used to been a good boy before, with Santa. So I’m ok.
I’m so happy back again. I'm Smart! I'm not a Child any more.
My friends laugh other day pointing their finger at me and holding their stomachs. I felt like crying. How can I not to believe in Santa? My mama told me about him. NASA and Norad tracks him every Christmas eve, and display Santa’s movement in their web site. They all make a fool out of me. I felt like cheated. I felt like crying.
I thought Santa is a nice old man lives in Northpole. He used to watch over me every single minute, am I been a bad or good boy, just like how Joseph Stalin used to watch over Russians. They told me, if I behave badly, Santa not going to like me anymore. I was scared.
I hated Grinch, the enemy of Santa, tries to steal Christmas from him all the time. Oh Boy! I hated him so much. Do you know Grinch was a lie too? Really, I mean guys, Do any of you knew all this is a queen-size lie?
Anyway, other day two nicely dressed gentleman knocked on my door. I opened it, brushing my teeth in the morning. They asked me "Who you believe in, Handsome Sir?", with smile on their faces, and holding a book with their hands.
I said proudly, "I believe in Santa Claus!", and how nice the Santa is, and how did I met him when I was young, and how my mama used to tell me stories about Santa and even I showed them the photo of him on my wall.
But then, at that minute, they told me “You cannot believe in Santa any more, Santa is for kids, and you are not a kid any more”. I asked them “WHY?”. They said, "Because Santa is a lie, and there is no Santa at all, Northpole is just an empty wasteland just like scientists says".
I felt like crying. I felt like cheated. My legs felt heavy. Tears came out my eyes. Why did they lie to me all this time? Why!
But those young gentlemen were so kind. They lift me up, sat me down on a chair and told me, “Don’t give up hope, you don’t want Santa, you are big now. You need God in your life”. I asked them “who is God?”, wiping out my tears.
They said, “He is the Savior! he is the Lord! he is the Creator!”. They fetched me a glass of water. I felt better.
They taught me everything. They said Satan is the enemy of God. He is so much worse than Grinch. Satan tries to steal the whole world from God. Jealous basted! They taught me how to talk to God. It was easy. I used to write letters to Santa before.
God is looking over me every single minute; he knows everything I think, everything I do, even in the bathroom. And if I behave badly, I will burn in hell forever after I die. Quite scary though, felt like living in North Korea, even without an escape after death. But I used to been a good boy before, with Santa. So I’m ok.
I’m so happy back again. I'm Smart! I'm not a Child any more.
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