Does anybody remember the actual moment they found out Santa wasn’t real? (I certainly hope I don’t have any 6-year-olds that read my column, and if so, I’m only kidding.) In my case, it wasn’t so much learning that Santa wasn’t real, but learning that the MRPS Hall Santa was in fact Albert Fonseca, and it didn’t take long for this information to cause the entire Santa deck of cards to crumble before this young Mantecan. The year was 1978, and I recall the glow from the Christmas tree atop the Spreckel Sugar’s tower being as bright as ever. That tree, or the towers themselves, had always been the one reaffirming beacon for me as a kid.