I had become a scoffer. The rumblings had started in the early spring around my fifth-grade class at school. I think Dave-O was the first one I ever heard say it. “There’s no such thing as Santa Claus,” he harrumphed at the lunchroom table. I stared at him in complete and utter shock. How could he even think such a… Read moreA Scoffer | A Bag Of Switches