>be me, 8 years old
>it's Christmas Eve and I'm excited and preparing to stay up late to see Santa Claus
>sometime around midnight, I hear jingle bells and rush out of bed to get a glimpse of Santa
>while Santa is placing my gifts by the tree, the window next to him shatters as a dark figure rushes into the house with a sledge hammer and slams it into Santa's head
>he literally caves Santa's head in so hard his eyeball pops out.
>hearing all the commotion, my dad rushes down from his bedroom, grabs a knife and starts wrestling the man
>during the scuffle my dad somehow disembowels the guy and I watch as my dad finally puts him down while his intestines fall out
>a few days later my dad sits me down and tells me that the attacker was some local meth head who went on a drug induced rampage and that
"Santa" was really my grandpa who had visited us earlier in the day
>mfw I find out Santa Claus isn't real
I honestly feel worse for the grandpa here!
Ok, but I argue the kid was more traumatized,
Absolutely. He’s going to have to live with knowing that Santa isn’t real.
:D
Lol