"One Christmas night my parents were being horrible and fighting like usual, and I stepped outside for a minute to get away from it all. The stars were so bright. And I wanted to run away. Then I heard the faintest jingle of bells. My heart was beating fast and I was holding my breath, looking up at the sky, as the bells got louder and closer. Then a car drove by, and I realized the noise was coming from the chains on the tires... But for a minute, I truly believed it was Santa."
"How old were you?"
"In my late 30s."
Happy birthday, mamsie.
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