Innocence is defined as a lack of experience with the world and with the bad things that happen in life; it is a barrier between truth and ignorant purity. Although innocence is irrefutably granted to every human being upon birth, its duration varies because it is fragile and there is no telling what or when life will throw a Bomb of Truth at the barrier and destroy it. The Barrier of Ignorance can be shattered by anything that contradicts a childish belief. It can be shattered by something as large-scale as poverty or as insignificant as finding out that Santa Claus doesn’t exist.
When I was first told that Santa Claus didn’t exist, it was the Christmas Eve of 2007. I was eight-years old. Of course, I didn’t believe my brother when he told me this. Santa was practically a real-life …show more content…
The only way in and out of the trailer was through the front and back doors, so I hoped that Santa knew how to open them. Thankfully he did know how to open a door, because he made his appearance that night. At least, I thought he did. I almost screamed, but I settled with staring wide-eyed with a foolish grin when I saw the red-satin-clad man waddle into the living room with a sack slung over one arm,
I was so happy because I knew that I was right about Santa. My brother was certainly only out to make me miserable because, despite his efforts to tell me otherwise, Santa Claus was standing before me, leaving presents and hopefully coal for my brother’s misdeeds.
When he finished leaving the presents, Santa straightened up, but he seemed a lot thinner than legend seemed to lead on. His hair was also too dark for how old I assumed he was, which was at least over a thousand years. Santa turned around, and his face looked suspiciously like my grandfather’s, with a far-too-small beard and thin shape. This man was definitely not Santa
When I was first told that Santa Claus didn’t exist, it was the Christmas Eve of 2007. I was eight-years old. Of course, I didn’t believe my brother when he told me this. Santa was practically a real-life …show more content…
The only way in and out of the trailer was through the front and back doors, so I hoped that Santa knew how to open them. Thankfully he did know how to open a door, because he made his appearance that night. At least, I thought he did. I almost screamed, but I settled with staring wide-eyed with a foolish grin when I saw the red-satin-clad man waddle into the living room with a sack slung over one arm,
I was so happy because I knew that I was right about Santa. My brother was certainly only out to make me miserable because, despite his efforts to tell me otherwise, Santa Claus was standing before me, leaving presents and hopefully coal for my brother’s misdeeds.
When he finished leaving the presents, Santa straightened up, but he seemed a lot thinner than legend seemed to lead on. His hair was also too dark for how old I assumed he was, which was at least over a thousand years. Santa turned around, and his face looked suspiciously like my grandfather’s, with a far-too-small beard and thin shape. This man was definitely not Santa