"OMG There's no Santa?????"
Haha. There, I said it. Wow, that was funny. Moving on.
I'm sure this has been done before but, as per the topic, when did you stop? Or were you too cool and smart and sadly deprived of the magic of childhood?
I think it ended for me around six or so. My sister, who was a big nosy snoop, used to dig around the closets and under the beds and find where my parents hid the gifts and then show them to me. So it was kind of obvious come Christmas morning where they came from. Around nine or so my mom once asked me if I knew that Santa wasn't real. I said I knew but could she continue labelling some of the gifts as from Santa because I liked it. She did (and still does -- it's how I can tell the fun gifts from the sweaters!)
I'm not sure about Joph Jr. I find it hard to believe that classmates haven't spread the word yet but he either still believes or else pretends to believe because he thinks that it's what we want to hear. He obviously knows that the mall Santas and stuff are just pretending. I've heard others say that, when they were kids, they were worried that if they admitted that they didn't believe any more, they'd stop getting the 'Santa' presents on Dec. 25th.
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Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
I dont remember. I'm sure I heard it somewhere at school, and remember asking my mom about it. She told me the truth but asked me not to tell my younger brother.
Im worried about Xavier this year. We got him and Ashe a kitchen set from Santa, and the big box is covered in my room. But he went snooping the other day and saw it. I'm debating on still giving it to him from Santa and just saying it was so big Santa dropped it off early since it wouldnt fit in his bag, but Sick says thats stupid and wants to go out and get them something else.
Im worried about Xavier this year. We got him and Ashe a kitchen set from Santa, and the big box is covered in my room. But he went snooping the other day and saw it. I'm debating on still giving it to him from Santa and just saying it was so big Santa dropped it off early since it wouldnt fit in his bag, but Sick says thats stupid and wants to go out and get them something else.
I was four, and my friend Bobby's cUnt of a big sister Tanya told me just a couple weeks before Christmas. I remember crying, but I don't remember ever waking up on Christmas morning and thinking Santa had visited. She ruined my childhood.
Probabaly around 6. Classmates :\.
I only got to see Santa at the mall once, how sad.
I only got to see Santa at the mall once, how sad.
My parents ran into some financial hardship when I was young. My dad was laid off just before Christmas and my parents sat my older brother and I down to tell us that there was no Santa because they didn't want us to think that we had been "bad" when we got no presents.
I learned a few things about life that day.
I learned a few things about life that day.
What's bred in the bone will not out of the flesh.
I believe I was 5, and my parents couldn't find the board game I was looking for.
My dad, being the not so bright man he was, wrote a note under the tree. "Dear Billy, I looked all over the north pole for the item you were looking for, but I could not find it. Please take this instead. Love, Dad."
I still have that note saved somewhere I think
My dad, being the not so bright man he was, wrote a note under the tree. "Dear Billy, I looked all over the north pole for the item you were looking for, but I could not find it. Please take this instead. Love, Dad."
I still have that note saved somewhere I think
I don't remember how old I was, but I was older than most kids. My parents always insisted that we HAD NO MONEY, EVER. I believed them, so I figured there had to be a Santa, since I kept getting presents.
I don't recall exactly, but I remember when I started having doubts. I was about 6, and had been hearing stuff from the big kids all year. When I went upstairs my mom and dad were up already drinking coffee, and my mom said that I had just missed Santa. I told her there was no Santa, and my dad proceeded to sell me on the fact that there was, and he had just left as it was his last stop, and that he had shared a beer with my dad.
For some reason that convinced me. I guess subconsciously I always suspected that Santa had a weakness for the barley & hops.
For some reason that convinced me. I guess subconsciously I always suspected that Santa had a weakness for the barley & hops.
Some people are like slinkies, they aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
It was somewhere between ages 7 and 10. I found out and then told my twin brother.
He cried, I went and played Nintendo.
He cried, I went and played Nintendo.
"I have lost my way
But I hear a tale
About a heaven in Alberta
Where they've got all hell for a basement"
But I hear a tale
About a heaven in Alberta
Where they've got all hell for a basement"
6.
Had family over and was sleeping in the front room. Caught my mum sneaking in to put the presents under the tree.
Had family over and was sleeping in the front room. Caught my mum sneaking in to put the presents under the tree.
I can't remember a time when I did believe in things like Santa or the Easter Bunny. I was the sixth of seven children, childhood beliefs did not last long in our house.
At the age of 48. I'll let you know if I'm right when I get there. It may be a long wait though.
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My parents told me when I was 14. They had to. They couldn't carry in my sisters' santa gifts from the tool shed on their own. 
I had known since I was 8, but I had kept that from them because, for as long as I "believed", "Santa" still gave me presents.
I had known since I was 8, but I had kept that from them because, for as long as I "believed", "Santa" still gave me presents.
The rule in our house was that Santa existed as long as you wanted a gift from him come Christmas Morning. Worked the same way with the Easter Bunny. No belief = no eggs hidden/no xmas gifts. I remember I tried the whole "Easter Bunny doesn't exist" thing about the time I was 7. I was so heart broken when there were no eggs to be found and no easter baskets to be enjoyed.
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He cried, I went and played Nintendo.
I do think this should the official motto for brothers everywhere.
I remember exactly. I was six, in Saudi Arabia, waiting for Santa to show up at the Aramco community center. We had all been asked a couple of weeks before to make our lists in school and hand them in so they could be mailed off to the North Pole and, among other things, I wanted a Bonne Bell makeup set. Apparently my mother had been to all the sukhs looking for one and had had no luck, and she was nervous about it because it was the first time ever she hadn't gotten me what was on my list.
Santa came, all right--in a helicopter, looked like he was wearing eyeshadow and eyeliner, handed me a plastic purse with plastic fake makeup, saying Merry Christmas in Arabic-accented English. To this day my mother thinks I cried because I didn't get what I wanted and she feels guilty about it. I've never told her that I knew there wasn't a Santa that day, and it made me feel like a gullible ***. I still hate that feeling.
Santa came, all right--in a helicopter, looked like he was wearing eyeshadow and eyeliner, handed me a plastic purse with plastic fake makeup, saying Merry Christmas in Arabic-accented English. To this day my mother thinks I cried because I didn't get what I wanted and she feels guilty about it. I've never told her that I knew there wasn't a Santa that day, and it made me feel like a gullible ***. I still hate that feeling.
Hehe my parents sucked at hiding presents so it was pretty early for me i would say 6-7.
Santa.. he...but....I...s-s-s-santa!??!?!
It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
That's such a sad story, Joph. I hope your family has come to peace with that particular tragedy.
I was probably 7ish. It was sort of a gradual realization. My parents were actually quite good at the old xmas magic thing. We'd go to bed on xmas eve, the tree would be up, but not decorated. No Santa presents were anywhere to be found. At some ungodly early hour the youngest kids would sneak into the living room & viola, completely decorated tree with a mountain of presents beneath it (9 kids = lots of packages) and the stockings were hung, filled with goodies.
Little did we realize it was probably the sound of Mom & Dad just going to bed at about 5 a.m. that woke us up in the first place. We never understood why Dad would usually spend the day dozing in the recliner.
I was probably 7ish. It was sort of a gradual realization. My parents were actually quite good at the old xmas magic thing. We'd go to bed on xmas eve, the tree would be up, but not decorated. No Santa presents were anywhere to be found. At some ungodly early hour the youngest kids would sneak into the living room & viola, completely decorated tree with a mountain of presents beneath it (9 kids = lots of packages) and the stockings were hung, filled with goodies.
Little did we realize it was probably the sound of Mom & Dad just going to bed at about 5 a.m. that woke us up in the first place. We never understood why Dad would usually spend the day dozing in the recliner.
Yanari wrote:
That's such a sad story, Joph. I hope your family has come to peace with that particular tragedy.
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
Jophiel wrote:
Yanari wrote:
That's such a sad story, Joph. I hope your family has come to peace with that particular tragedy.
Jophiel wrote:
Yanari wrote:
That's such a sad story, Joph. I hope your family has come to peace with that particular tragedy.
Oh god, you didn't feed it after midnight did you?
Jophiel wrote:
Yanari wrote:
That's such a sad story, Joph. I hope your family has come to peace with that particular tragedy.
You didn't get it wet, did you?
My parents never really explained why, but we were never taught to believe in Santa. My parents have a story when I was 2, my sister was about to be 4, and my brother was 1. 'Santa' and 'Ms. Claus' came by (great uncle and aunt), and the instant we saw them we started screaming because they were not supposed to exist. I don't know if I ever crushed anyone else's dreams of their being a Santa, but I definitely know I never believed myself.
We were also never taught the Easter Bunny. My parents didn't hide the fact that they were the ones hiding the Easter eggs. They told us to wait inside while they went and hid the eggs. Once my sister turned 10, we were on longer allowed to go Easter egg hunting because they felt she was too old, and thought it would be unfair if my brother and I did it without her.
I guess the only thing we did get to believe in was the tooth fairy. But sometime during my teeth, I came to the realization that there was no tooth fairy. We were messing around in my parents' room one day and accidentally found all of our old teeth. That was a sad sad day. Then we got our butt's beat when they got home because they found one of the teeth on the floor so they knew we had gone through their stuff.
We were also never taught the Easter Bunny. My parents didn't hide the fact that they were the ones hiding the Easter eggs. They told us to wait inside while they went and hid the eggs. Once my sister turned 10, we were on longer allowed to go Easter egg hunting because they felt she was too old, and thought it would be unfair if my brother and I did it without her.
I guess the only thing we did get to believe in was the tooth fairy. But sometime during my teeth, I came to the realization that there was no tooth fairy. We were messing around in my parents' room one day and accidentally found all of our old teeth. That was a sad sad day. Then we got our butt's beat when they got home because they found one of the teeth on the floor so they knew we had gone through their stuff.
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