I remember clearly one Christmas at my nana's house in Wakefield, West Yorkshire. I must have been about 9 years old. It was Christmas Eve and I was excited about Santa and his reindeers visiting in the night and all the presents he would bring me.
With the help of my nana, I went to get a carrot for Rudolph and a glass of Whisky for Santa. The carrot had a strange black mark on it but we knew Rudolph wasn't fussy. So we left them by the fireplace and off I went to bed.
The next day, I had loads of presents and spent the morning opening them. Afterwards, I went to help my nana get the Christmas dinner ready and on getting the carrots out, I saw one exactly the same as the one we had left for Rudolph, with the same black mark. I was confused, I remember saying, "didn't we leave this carrot out for Rudolph?"
It was then that they told me about Santa.......you know the one.....I was devastated!
I asked about what happened to the Whiskey, I think my dad drank it.
Christmas has never been the same since.
Do you remember when you found out?
I did some more artwork yesterday for the Caitlin book I've been working on, here are a few bits I'm really happy with: