My parents owned a pet/toy store.
I don't remember ever really believing in Santa because they talked shop at dinner every night.
They'd work practically round the clock the last few days leading up to the holidays because that was back in the days when small businesses delivered packages to their customers themselves.
Except -kind of like Santa-my dad made deliveries at night after the store closed and after the customers kids had gone to bed.
On Christmas morning my mom would be furiously wrapping our presents at the dining room table and we couldn't come down til she was done.
The fun part was we usually had a few puppies in the house the last week or so leading up to Christmas morning, holding them (or I should say HIDING THEM) for customers who'd come collect them late late on Christmas Eve.
My kids got to believe in Santa.
I don't remember ever really believing in Santa because they talked shop at dinner every night.
They'd work practically round the clock the last few days leading up to the holidays because that was back in the days when small businesses delivered packages to their customers themselves.
Except -kind of like Santa-my dad made deliveries at night after the store closed and after the customers kids had gone to bed.
On Christmas morning my mom would be furiously wrapping our presents at the dining room table and we couldn't come down til she was done.
The fun part was we usually had a few puppies in the house the last week or so leading up to Christmas morning, holding them (or I should say HIDING THEM) for customers who'd come collect them late late on Christmas Eve.
My kids got to believe in Santa.


