Day 30: Santa is Real...He's a Middle Aged Korean Man from New York.

From the start, I didn't believe in Santa Claus.

(I questioned a lot of things as a child)

There was just something about some old man delivering presents to every single kid in one night.

flying reindeer? C'mon people

My parents, sensing that there was something really wrong with me, not believing in him at such a young age, they tried to make me believe in him.

So they told me to leave a plate of cookies and milk by the fireplace. 

(I didn't want to at first, then they started yelling at me)

I tried to stay up all night in my room, listening to the supposed thud of Santa's sleigh on my roof.

But I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and found that the glass of milk was almost empty and the cookies eaten.

There was also a note left behind, I read it with such glee.

but as I read on...

I knew something was up.

I didn't want to tell my dad I knew it was him.

He looked so proud, thinking he tricked me.

I considered it as another Christmas gift to him.