I'm so glad Christmas is over. I don't hate Christmas: I just hate how this fictitious, random ass mofo named Kris Kringle, aka Santa, gets all of the credit for my personal sacrifices with my hard-earned money. I don't want to sound selfish, but I'm ready for my children to know the truth.
In the end, I don't want to spoil it for my children; so I'll continue to play secret Santa, until they're old enough to realize the ridiculousness of it all. I'll just wait until their questions come- asking me to explain the logic- before I spill the beans. For now, I think about Katt Williams' joke where he says 'no, daddy brought that with his weed money' and laugh it off.
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