When I was five I decided to test Santa out. I had a big brother and sister who reckoned Santa wasn't real, so I devised a plan. I wasn't going to tell ANYONE what I wanted for xmas. It was a BIG secret. Mum asked me what I wanted for xmas but I wouldn't tell her. I didn't tell my brother or sister. I didn't even tell the kids next door. If Santa was real he would know what I want.
On christmas day I woke up and at the foot of my bed was a rather awkwardly wrapped present. It was a freestanding blackboard Although I think it was actually green, and had the alphabet and numbers around the edge. A box of chalk and a duster. I loved that chalkboard.I used it to play 'schools' . I loved drawing pictures on it on rainy days. Eventually my big brother swiped it to and took it to his mates shed to do secret boys stuff with it. Probably drew mammaries or skateboard scematics, I dunno.
That was my best christmas present ever. And Santa Claus is real. 
