entry 17

I remember discovering that Saint Nicolas didn´t exist. I was six years old and as every year i had prepared a glass of water and some biscuits for Saint Nicolas to refresh when he came to my house. But that night i left the glass of water on the floor next to the chritsmass tree which caused a loud noise when my father kicked it by mistake in the middle of the night. I jumped out of my bed and run to the chritsmass tree because i thought that Saint Nicolas had been injured. My father told me that Saint nicolas had left my present to him because he was very hurried.But next day, when i told the story to my older brothers, they laught at me and told me the dreadful true: "Saint Nicolas doesn´t exist, he is our father". I felt very dissapointed and angry with my father at that moment but my brother gave me a great idea; i never told my father that i knew the truth and in this way i i received my presents every year till no so long.