Margaret Richard Landry

I will tell you how my older brother ruined it for me. I was about 7 so he would’ve been 10. We lived at the Moss St. house & he said, “You still believe in Santa, do you? I can prove to you how he isn’t real.” It was about a week before Christmas when he took me to our parent’s room, lifted the bed skirt and pulled out all our beautifully wrapped gifts that read “Love, Santa”!

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