When I was about 10 years old, I wanted to learn how to play the drums.
So, clever me thought the best person to ask for those would be Santa Claus. I wrote to him, explaining what I wanted, I excited because Santa was always pretty good about getting me what I asked for.
He never wrote me back, nor did he write to my parents letting me or them know anything.
Christmas morning came around and I raced down the stairs and into the living room. There was a bike for me from Santa. I have never really been able to let that go and do remind my mom how upset I was that year that Santa didn't do the one thing I asked for.
Maybe my mom was in cahoots with him because she didn't want the noise.
It was a good bike though, so thanks, Santa.