i might've believed in santa untill i was like 4. But The only thing i remember about christmas was going to toys r us and my mom saying i could have whatever i want as long as it was about 16 bucks
- i remember when i wanted a genesis my mom gave thetold me to save my money up

what y'all know about tearing the bottom of presents to see what it was![]()
memories
...I set out the cookies for Santa Clause around 9pm before I went to bed. I only left out 3 cookies & thought maybe Santa might want another one
so I snuck downstairs around 11 to add another cookie & saw my mom eating the cookies... I was traumatized... 
...that's when I
then
something ain't right
....then woke up in the middle of the night t take a piss and seen my dad walking into the living room like
with wrapped gifts..then my older bro gave me the news and was on some
and I was
thinking to myself "I been cursing like a muhfuka this year"...I think I was like 8.I remember at one Christmas party my dad was the one dressing up as Santa, and I'm like(actually pointing) "You're Dad! Not Santa!" Of course I'ma recognize my dad
but he was like
"Be quiet, there's kids smaller than you here"


back in the day, we dead broke, i mean dead, damn near wondering how the next meal coming broke
my mother tells us, well we cant get any presents because we aint keeping our room clean
so me and my siblings clean up our room to the point of perfection, we pull out the mop buckets and all
then to add a touch, we go to the corner store and steal some coca cola and some cookies (got that idea from the old commercial, thought that shyt would work)
we leave the cookies on a plate, and a glass of coke, go to sleep, get up the next morning and we aint got a present at all, makes matters worst its roaches in the cookies and the coke
threw the idea of santa in the bushes from that point on.
