A Stellarlife: Santa and Me: Trust No One

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Santa and Me: Trust No One

Here I am for the Santa photo that probably only two people ever saw or cared to see. My older brothers told me Santa was fake and I was furious with my mother for the lie. Thus was born the doubter in me. Trust no one. Question authority. I can hear my brother's laughter like it just happened. I am wearing a dress, so it was all a photo op. A few years later JFK would be assassinated. My memories of childhood are covered in questions about the motives of adults.

4 comments:

Taxingwoman said...

Here I am for the Santa photo that probably only two people ever saw or cared to see. My older brothers told me Santa was fake and I was furious with my mother for the lie. Thus was born the doubter in me. Trust no one. Question authority. I can hear my brother's laughter like it just happened. I am wearing a dress, so it was all a photo op. A few years later JFK would be assassinated. My memories of childhood are covered in questions about the motives of adults.

December 10, 2009 8:46 AM

Diane J Standiford said...

Here I am for the Santa photo that probably only two people ever saw or cared to see. My older brothers told me Santa was fake and I was furious with my mother for the lie. Thus was born the doubter in me. Trust no one. Question authority. I can hear my brother's laughter like it just happened. I am wearing a dress, so it was all a photo op. A few years later JFK would be assassinated. My memories of childhood are covered in questions about the motives of adults.

December 10, 2009 9:01 AM

Jen said...

Here I am for the Santa photo that probably only two people ever saw or cared to see. My older brothers told me Santa was fake and I was furious with my mother for the lie. Thus was born the doubter in me. Trust no one. Question authority. I can hear my brother's laughter like it just happened. I am wearing a dress, so it was all a photo op. A few years later JFK would be assassinated. My memories of childhood are covered in questions about the motives of adults.

December 10, 2009 9:21 AM

Diane J Standiford said...

Here I am for the Santa photo that probably only two people ever saw or cared to see. My older brothers told me Santa was fake and I was furious with my mother for the lie. Thus was born the doubter in me. Trust no one. Question authority. I can hear my brother's laughter like it just happened. I am wearing a dress, so it was all a photo op. A few years later JFK would be assassinated. My memories of childhood are covered in questions about the motives of adults.

December 10, 2009 5:52 PM