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The Last Windrow: Memories of Santa

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I was suffering from Santa Claus overload that year. The year was 1956 and I was 10 years old. A critical year for those youngsters like me who actually chose to believe in Santa Claus. It was a tipping point of sorts when all the innocence of youth was being eroded by what we heard from our friends and our general contact with the public.

 

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