"Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" - Jackson Five

Good evening peeps!! "It's the most wonderful time of the year...with the kids jingle belling and everyone telling you be of good cheer, it's the most wonderful time of the year". What are some of your fondest childhood memories of Christmas time? How old were you when you stopped believing in the myth of Santa Claus? Who exposed it? I don't actually remember when or how I stopped believing in the myth of Santa Claus. I don't recall how old I was either...I think I was about 25! No, just kidding! As hard as my father worked to put food on our table, clothes on our backs and  a roof over our heads, it still made perfect sense to me that an obese, white bearded, red suited, black boots wearing caucasian man, would come into my ghetto neighborhood and bring me toys!!! We didn't even have a chimney! Even stranger to believe (in hindsight), is that he would come pass midnight! I grew up in Harlem and The South Bronx afterall! Boy! Kids are so naive! Those should have been the red flags! But my ignorance was so blissful, that I even imagined that I caught a glimpse of Santa's black boots coming down my basement stairs, as I stealithly peeked out my bedroom window! Phew! Mama, daddy...please accept my gratitude to you for allowing me to revel in my fantasy...I appreciate you, love you; miss you both dearly...RIP.