A sad way to learn there is no Santa Claus

 Judith Ann Williams ... The granaries, where the grain was stored. My sister, Verl, would always snoop around at Christmas time and one day she came to me and said, "Come and see what I have found", and taking me into one of the granaries she dug down deep into the wheat and there was a tricycle hidden. That was the day I found out there wasn't a Santa Clause.