A Christmas Memory

Christmas Memory:
My boys were young and still sort of believed in Santa Claus but were beginning to doubt his existence. The presents were opened and I then told the boys, let's go downstairs to the finished basement and check the wood stove.
There sat two mountain bikes, gifts from Santa.

My youngest son then shouted out, "There is a Santa, there is a Santa. Dad's too cheap to buy us those bikes."

Screw Santa. That was last time he brought gifts!!