So, Kennedy and I were watching it the other night, and it comes to a part where Phoebe Cates' character is talking about the death of her father on Christmas Eve when she was a child:
"The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. .... I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. ....... Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. ...... The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. ......they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney. ...... He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly.
And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus."
Yeah, read that last line again. Luckily the 5½ year old little girl who will only behave near Christmas-time is if I threaten her with calling Santa Claus and telling him how bad she's been didn't catch it!
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