I remember when I found out Santa wasn't real. I was 8 or 9. My stocking always hung from the bedpost on the top bunk of my bunk bed. I wasn't asleep yet and my Dad came in and filled my stocking. I'm 31 and still haven't told him that I caught him that night. I don't recall being hurt or upset but it's possible I forgot how I felt back then.
As far as I'm concerned though, Santa is real in that he represents the spirit of giving.
Look Lily, I know you mean well. I really do. But if you go back to the beginning of this thread and read what I posted this lady is a struggling single mother. She posted on a FB page that she needed some shampoo. She couldn't afford it right now. I OFFERED to go get it for her. I am not going to lecture her on how to raise her child or what to do for him. Especially at Christmas. She says it's under control with the shampoo so I will work under the assumption that it is. In fact, I once heard someone say "If you do something nice out of the goodness of your heart it doesn't matter whether the person receiving it is getting it for the right or wrong reason. God will bless you for your part." So that's what I'm working on here.
And why you feel offended over a simple conversation I have no clue.
I was simply relating what we went through.
I don't care what you do or how you do it.
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