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Jolly old St. Dave
BY DAVID JAKIELO
Do you remember when you realized there isn't a Santa Claus? I do. It was three years ago on Christmas Day when my father opened up a present that contained a Santa suit.
"Why the hell did Santa give you THAT?" I yelled. After a long talk with my parents, I stopped crying around New Year’s Day.
Every Christmas since then my dad has continued the tradition of Santa Claus by visiting the little children we know. He also gets hired to be Santa (to my knowledge he has never stripped out of the costume at a bachlorette party). One of his yearly stops is an area dance studio. But, in the weeks leading up to this past Christmas he suddenly was needed for business meetings in India, which interfered with a prior commitment he made to be Santa at the studio.
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