I knew God. Of course I knew Him. I visited Him in the Catholic Church I attended on Sundays. He was at my baptism as a baby. He was at my first communion, confession and confirmation. He was there for all of my religious experiences. I mean, He wasn’t as great as Santa Claus. He didn’t leave money under my pillow like the Tooth Fairy did and He sure didn’t leave me a basket of goodies on Easter Sunday morning like the Easter Bunny used to. But I knew Him. I knew Him when I was taking a test in school and applying for college. I knew Him when I hugged the toilet bowl after drinking one too many and I knew Him each time I took a pregnancy test and the results were negative. Oh yeah . . . I knew God alright. NOT!
YOU MEAN GOD IS NOT SANTA CLAUS!
