(Day 12) Samantha Bendernagel
“Warning to all believers. Stop, do not read.
My family moved when I was in fourth grade and then I was worried that Santa wouldn’t know my address and think the other kids were me and I couldn’t have that. So I wrote him a letter in July so he would know, [saying]
‘Dear Santa this is Samantha J Bendernagel, I used to live at, my old address but now I just moved here. I don’t want you to forget about me. Sorry for the extra trip, but I can make it worth your while. Do you like chocolate chip cookies? Do you like regular milk or chocolate milk?’
So my parents were cracking up about this and thought it would be funny to write back. They wrote me this letter and I’m in school the next day saying ‘Santa Claus wrote me back’. My mom made the candy cane outline, it was the real deal. Yeah, so I was so pumped about it. And a lot of kids were trying to say ‘He’s not real’ and I was like ‘But he didn’t write you a letter though’.
Christmas eve that year I got the cookies and milk he wanted. Every Christmas eve I would go to bed and my parents and my sister would help put up the tree. But then I realized I forgot to give Santa milk. I go downstairs and see my parents put presents underneath the tree. I’m at the top and I went back to my room and cried myself to sleep.
I woke the next day and was like, ‘LIARS!’, needless to say, I was not happy.”