For me, it was December 1970. My mom took me and my two younger brothers to a "Breakfast with Santa" event at a local coffee shop. While eating our scrambled eggs & toast, Santa Claus himself came to our booth for a brief visit. He shook our hands, asked each of us "What do you want for Christmas, little man?", then joined us for a group photo. He seemed to be the real Santa -- red suit, white beard and mustache, and a belly that shook like a bowl full of jelly. He also wore black horn-rimmed eyeglasses with big freekin' Coke-bottle lenses.
Before that day I had already started to question the existence of Santa Claus, mostly because my friend Ricky always told me that the whole Santa thing was "a bunch of baloney". Doubts...I had such doubts! And "Breakfast with Santa" definitely pushed me over the edge, all because of those eyeglasses. Santa Claus might wear sunglasses, especially Ray-Ban Wayfarers or maybe some really cool mirrored aviators. But he definitely would not wear a pair of black horn-rims with big freekin' Coke-bottle lenses.
Before that day I had already started to question the existence of Santa Claus, mostly because my friend Ricky always told me that the whole Santa thing was "a bunch of baloney". Doubts...I had such doubts! And "Breakfast with Santa" definitely pushed me over the edge, all because of those eyeglasses. Santa Claus might wear sunglasses, especially Ray-Ban Wayfarers or maybe some really cool mirrored aviators. But he definitely would not wear a pair of black horn-rims with big freekin' Coke-bottle lenses.