The earth was still cooling, bell bottoms were in style, disco was played (seriously) and I was young. My memories are hazy, but what I recall is seeing two Santa's at the same mall, one half way across the mall from the other. Since they cannot both be Santa, we are pretending. Glancing at my two younger siblings, I wonder if it is permissible to ask. Assuming a good answer awaits, since parents are Large and seem to Know Things, I ask. The answer comes. The first one, the one who's lap I refused to sit on - the one I stood awkwardly by while photos were snapped, the one who clearly didn't know anything about what I was asking for - he was the real Santa. The second one we passed was someone *pretending* to be Santa. But I knew from that point and from then on I tried to keep up the facade for the benefit of my siblings. I recall that I was sad Santa wasn't real. I don't really know why, but I'm pretty sure I realized the world wasn't so magical.