When I was 3 years old..... my mother had carefully raised me not to believe in Santa Clause. She wanted me to be logical and educated and all that. one of those New Mom's of the late 60's and early 70's. Well, I was at my Grandmother's and we went for a walk downtown. San Luis Obispo is a Mission town, and the area right in front of the mission is a lovely open square with a stream, and flowering everything and little holiday themed community activities. That year there was a little thatched hut containing a Santa for kids to sit on and have pictures taken and all that. My Grandmother says I went white, emmitted a small screetch, and ran accross the square, over the stream and right back to her appartement. Poor woman chased me all the way back and has NEVER let me live it down!
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