I Believed in Santa Until 5th Grade and I’m Not the Least Bit Embarrassed
popsugar Rebecca Brown
2019-12-09 18:30:04

The first time my lanky Jewish father put on a red Santa suit and knocked his slender frame throughout the house, I must have been a toddler. He wore all of the key accessories one would come to expect of Santa — the hat, the red suit, and the long, unmistakable beard. I couldn't get over his eyes, though. "Santa's eyes look just like daddy's," I'd told my mom the first time I met Mr. Clause.

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