A blog to end a series of blogs or The Year Santa Stopped Existing Part 3 (of 3)

(Editor’s Note:This is part 3 of a series telling the story of how I became aware of the truth about Santa Clause as I still understand it.  These events were over thirty years ago, they may not be exact recreations of the moments as they truly happened but they are exact recreations to the way I remember them.  Part 1 can viewed here: (https://outsiderpublishingcompany.com/the-year-that-santa-stopped-existing-part-1-of-3/) Part 2 can be read here: (https://outsiderpublishingcompany.com/the-year-santa-stopped-existing-part-2-of-3/). Around Christmas Eve, we will upload the three parts as one long post and drop it if you want to read the entire thing together.)

       So no Genesis would be had this year, no biggie, was looking forward to getting some new Joes, maybe some MOTU stuff even though it wasn’t really doing great by the time, I didn’t really collect Transformers, was big into sports cards, and if I’m not mistaken I got some NBA Hoops cards this year too, but I always had plenty of toys and games and stuff as a kid. At least until near the end, our issues in the house weren’t financial (I mean yeah sometimes they borrowed money, but we weren’t living on the street, we might of been dodging calls from collectors but we weren’t going into witness protection to get away from them), they were a matter of safety and well being, but that isn’t what this story is about, least not this chapter of it.

So here we are, I’m putting the casserole of unknown nature into the trunk, carrying it out for my mom because she had bags in her other hand (and her arm had been damaged by falling through a sliding glass shower door), now I don’t remember what the girls or Perry were doing maybe grabbing something else, maybe already in car, its not even important, but anyway we are at the trunk, wait, I think Perry was in driver seat already because I’m pretty sure he popped the trunk. Anyway we are at trunk, it gets opened (If Perry didn’t do that then a wizard named Simon did it), and as I go to put the Casserole that Shall Not be Named into its tomb, I look down and what is it I see? A Toys R Us bag with a black box that says Sega on it. I look up at my mom and she has utter holy shit oh noes! look on her face and says “please don’t tell, don’t ruin it for everyone else.”

Those words would have so much meaning in my life. Ive heard them about a few different things, from a few different people, Ive asked it from different people. At no point where any of those a fair thing to do. I can understand why it was asked this time and bare no ill will towards it in this case, just the fact that those words would become the arc words of my life, and the first time I heard them it was over Santa Clause. Its so strange that Id start my story here, but in many ways this is were it started, me getting something I desperately wanted and all I had to do is give up a little bit of my innocence.