The School I went to in Ontario had two class rooms. One class had grades 1 to5 and the other class had grades 6 to8. It seemed like a big school to me considering the 4 room shack I lived in. At Christmas time in Grade 1 I remember it felt magical ,just like it should feel. There was a big party at the school for all the students and everybody s  Dad and Mom was there . My Mom was there but Dad was a no show I didn't know why. None the less it still was exciting because Santa Clause was going to be there. It was my first time seeing Santa, I was very excited. As I stood in the line up waiting my turn I would looking around hoping that my Dad would arrive and see me with Santa.But I never saw him there. Finally it was my turn to sit on Santa's knee ,as I sat on Santa's knee I was very excited , but all the while hoping to see my Dad  .Santa gave me a plastic bowling ball set. I was thrilled with the gift.When I finished with my visit with Santa I looked around the school hoping to see my Dad but to no avail he was no where to be seen. Even tho I didn't see my Dad that day it still was still very exciting. Years later I found out the reason why I never saw my Dad that day and I am even prouder of  him. Dad was Santa that year and all the while I was looking for him , he was there all the time.

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