Apologetics and Evidence

I grew up believing in Santa Claus. I have some experiences with my dad that I now look back on with bewilderment. One time when I was very young, my dad was going outside and I asked him where he was going. He told me that he was going to throw corn on the roof of the house in order to feed the reindeer (I assumed that it was so they could eat while Santa was busy stuffing his fat butt through the chimney). Either he asked me, or I asked him if I could come and help. He said yes, of course. So he pulled a bucket of corn (dried corn on the ear , mind you) from the garage and there we were, throwing corn on the roof in the snow. I remember seeing several of the cobs rolling down into the gutter, but some of them stayed where they landed. In any event, it hadn’t crossed my mind that Santa was a fraud at this time in my life. Every time I saw a jet fly way above our house, I thought it was Rudolph, the red-nosed-reindeer because all I saw was a blinking red light. One Christmas morning,