one time, i was celebrating christmas with my dad’s side of the family. every christmas (however it’s stopped now), my pop (grandpa) would dress up as santa and come and pretend to visit me and my cousins while my pop went to the bathroom to do his business. it was around this time that i’d figured out that it was my pop, and my dad told me that he was a shopping centre/mall santa too only a couple days later. so me, being the smart, competitive son-of-a-b**** i was, was determined to tell my entire family that i knew that the santa wasn’t real.

so as soon as he stepped out into the living room to come and say hello to my cousins i yelled, “that’s not santa, that’s popppy!”. my parents panicked and covered my mouth as fast as they could before the rest of the family could hear the second half of my sentence. the kids were too excited by the santa to hear me anyways and my parents wouldn’t stop telling me to be quiet and to stop spoiling the surprise.

long story short, my younger brother did the same thing a couple of years later because we’re both annoying like that and ‘santa’ stopped coming to visit my dad’s side of the family on christmas after that. lol