>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
Anon’s grandfather. It’s okay, anon still got their presents.
But it says the grandfather was there earlier so how could he possibly be the Santa Claus?