When I was 7 years old, the unthinkable happened. On a fateful bus ride home from school, the neighborhood bully introduced us for the very first time to the f-word and the innocence-shattering reality that there is no Santa Claus.
After I burst through the door and cried to my parents, “What? There is no eff’n Santa Clause?”....they washed my mouth out with soap and grounded me for a month.
However, one day at school, my 3rd grade teacher showed us a letter that an 8 year old girl named Virginia O’Hanlon wrote in 1897 to the editor of the New York Sun.