Okay, so maybe it wasnÂ’t a good idea to drink quite so much. And maybe he could have behaved just a bit better at dinner. It probably wasnÂ’t a great idea to tell the kids the truth about Santa, either. Still, is that any reason to be kicked out of the house and dis-invited to the Christmas morning festivities?

So Rob sat in his living room mulling over the evening debacle, nursing his whiskey on the rocks in front of the fire. All alone on Christmas Eve and thinking about the Christmas Day he would spend equally alone.

It just wasnÂ’t fair! They were his nephews and he was just looking out for their own best interests. His parents had played the Santa game with him until he was ten years old. That was when he discovered the truth in humiliating style in front of what seemed at the time like the entirety of his school class. He just didnÂ’t want his nephews to go through that painful ordeal. Was it so very wrong to try to protect them?

Apparently it was, at least to his sister. She had gone ballistic when little Spence ran up to her crying and bawling about how Santa wasnÂ’t real, Uncle Rob said so. SheÂ’d tried to reassure the little fellow but to no avail. SheÂ’d dragged Robert into the parlor and tore strips off his hide but he had refused to recant and tell the kids that there really was a Santa Claus. So she had called him a cab and thrown him out on the front porch to wait for it, after making it oh so perfectly clear that he was not to return the next day. more...

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