1. I grew up with someone in my family disappearing and then Santa appearing. Once Santa appeared, of course, I really had no idea who was gone, whether it was my uncle or my brother or my dad. It was a very elaborate thing. Santa would come in and visit, and then he would leave. I remember one time, I looked at Santa’s shoes and I said, ‘My dad has a pair of shoes just like that.’ But sure enough, I still didn’t get it, because I wanted to believe.

    Kelli Williams (Lie to Me*) on visits from Santa


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