Seen my tooth sitting on the top of the garbage, and realized the tooth fairy wasn't real. It all became apparent to me at that time that my parents had lied to me my whole life.
If this mystical creature wasn't real, I knew then that God, Satan, The Easter Bunny, and Santa couldn't be real either.
I told my best friend Santa wasn't real and he cried and told his mom. Ahh the good old days.
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Seen my tooth sitting on the top of the garbage, and realized the tooth fairy wasn't real. It all became apparent to me at that time that my parents had lied to me my whole life.
If this mystical creature wasn't real, I knew then that God, Satan, The Easter Bunny, and Santa couldn't be real either.
If this mystical creature wasn't real, I knew then that God, Satan, The Easter Bunny, and Santa couldn't be real either.
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Pfft, like any thread actually gets derailed on these forums.
On a side note, it did take me many more years after realizing santa wasn't real,to realize that sweet innocent girls are a myth too.
On a side note, it did take me many more years after realizing santa wasn't real,to realize that sweet innocent girls are a myth too.
My parents raised me as a Jehovah's Witness, so we never celebrated Christmas. They quit the church when I was six or seven and we began to celebrate it then, but I already knew that there was no Santa. If I ever have kids, I'm not sure how I'll deal with the Santa thing; it's strange to have missed out on something that is pretty much a national tradition for many kids.
I wasn't deprived of the magic of childhood via a belief in Santa Claus. I just had a more developed understanding that regardless how bad I could possibly be during the year, my Mom and Dad would cough up the presents. Because although I was a little hellion, I was their little hellion.
Yeah, I've always been cynical like that.
Totem
Yeah, I've always been cynical like that.
Totem
I stopped bkelieving ins santaw wen I was like 10 or so. Dad was out of wor. annd we got like no present s that year/ other wose I still would have blieveld.
Heheh, I have this mental picture of MoebiusLord being put out on the street to sell matchsticks or dried up apples or something. "Please, sir, more porridge, sir?"
ROFLMAO.
Totem
ROFLMAO.
Totem
I think it I stopped believing in Santa Claus around the time I was 8 or 9. I found my presents "from Santa" hidden in the attic behind some rolls of insulation.
Deathwysh wrote:
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.
Another 'fun fact' to add to birth order characteristics.
Alma wrote:
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The saying in my family is "When you stop believing, you stop receiving." So everyone professes a deep belief in Santa Clause. But we all know better.
But this does remind me of when I was young (maybe 4 or 5) and I had a white bunny as a pet. I adored that bunny. I named him Fluffy and he went with me everywhere in my house. I cuddled him and kissed him and pet him and he followed me from room to room in my ouse. And one day Fluffy was gone. I cried buckets and I kept asking my parents where Fluffy went. It was getting near to Christmas time and so of course Fluffy coming home was at the top of my list. I even made a huge sign to hang on the Christmas tree asking Santa to bring Fluffy home. And I made a special prayer to say at the Christmas Eve vigil.
And lo and behold! Fluffy was under the Christmas tree Christmas morning! I was so happy and it was the best Christmas in my memory.
Until I was 15 and I was sitting around talking with my cousins and they started laughing at me and asked me if I really believed that that rabbit was actually Fluffy? Then I realized that my parents got a replacement in time to avoid breaking my heart on Christmas morning. To this day, that's one of my cousin's favorite stories to bring up at get-togethers.
But this does remind me of when I was young (maybe 4 or 5) and I had a white bunny as a pet. I adored that bunny. I named him Fluffy and he went with me everywhere in my house. I cuddled him and kissed him and pet him and he followed me from room to room in my ouse. And one day Fluffy was gone. I cried buckets and I kept asking my parents where Fluffy went. It was getting near to Christmas time and so of course Fluffy coming home was at the top of my list. I even made a huge sign to hang on the Christmas tree asking Santa to bring Fluffy home. And I made a special prayer to say at the Christmas Eve vigil.
And lo and behold! Fluffy was under the Christmas tree Christmas morning! I was so happy and it was the best Christmas in my memory.
Until I was 15 and I was sitting around talking with my cousins and they started laughing at me and asked me if I really believed that that rabbit was actually Fluffy? Then I realized that my parents got a replacement in time to avoid breaking my heart on Christmas morning. To this day, that's one of my cousin's favorite stories to bring up at get-togethers.
I know I've told the story before, so I won't repeat it. But the short answer is, I stopped believing in Santa after my mom freaked out and ran over him.
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
I think I was seven or eight when I realized there was no Santa. My mom had bought my brother a "Weird Al" CD and then on Christmas morning the label said it was from Santa. What a disappointing day.
My dad told me pretty early on. As the oldest it was my job to keep my two younger brothers in line. That meant not falling for ******** like Santa, but that was allright because my dad recruited me every Christmas eve to keep an eye out for Santa "so he could shoot the trespassing son of *****." The looks of horror in my little brother's eyes every year when he would casualy mention that was worth it.
Yea, my dad has issues.
He told us the groundbeef in our hamburger helper was rabbit one Easter.
You can guess what happened when he got a hold of some dragon fly wings after my youngest brother lost his first tooth.
Yea, my dad has issues.
He told us the groundbeef in our hamburger helper was rabbit one Easter.
You can guess what happened when he got a hold of some dragon fly wings after my youngest brother lost his first tooth.
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It was one of those: The tooth fairy doesn't exist.
Therefore.. the easter bunny doesn't exist.
Therefore.. santa doesn't exist! It's all a lie!!!!
After that I started reading alot. It's probably why I live in a fantasy world now.
It was one of those: The tooth fairy doesn't exist.
Therefore.. the easter bunny doesn't exist.
Therefore.. santa doesn't exist! It's all a lie!!!!
After that I started reading alot. It's probably why I live in a fantasy world now.
Are you kidding me? Git thinks he is Santa Claus. He goes by the produce section at Vons, spies a hot little red headed stripper and says, "Ho ho ho!" She nods her head at his description, they agree on a price and he proceeds to slide down her chimmney. After he leaves a little present under her bush, he takes off in his ******** sled and yells...
"Yo, I'm a Jewish busboy! I had a very good night!"
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"Yo, I'm a Jewish busboy! I had a very good night!"
Totem
ZelgadisXI, Defender of Justice wrote:
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It was one of those: The tooth fairy doesn't exist.
Therefore.. the easter bunny doesn't exist.
Therefore.. santa doesn't exist! It's all a lie!!!!
After that I started reading alot. It's probably why I live in a fantasy world now.
It was one of those: The tooth fairy doesn't exist.
Therefore.. the easter bunny doesn't exist.
Therefore.. santa doesn't exist! It's all a lie!!!!
After that I started reading alot. It's probably why I live in a fantasy world now.
I think your logic is flawed since it implies that A, B and C are equal. We all know that Santa kicks the shit out of other holiday imaginary stars.
Edited, Dec 11th 2007 2:56am by Tare
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Princess Tare wrote:
I think your logic is flawed since it implies that A, B and C are equal. We all know that Santa kicks the shit out of other holiday imaginary stars.
Even the Armadillo?
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Haha, someone likes their chocolate eggs.
Score: Decent
Haha, someone likes their chocolate eggs.
What's bred in the bone will not out of the flesh.
Totem wrote:
Are you kidding me? Git thinks he is Santa Claus. He goes by the produce section at Vons, spies a hot little red headed stripper and says, "Ho ho ho!" She nods her head at his description, they agree on a price and he proceeds to slide down her chimmney. After he leaves a little present under her bush, he takes off in his ******** sled and yells...
"Yo, I'm a Jewish busboy! I had a very good night!"
Totem
"Yo, I'm a Jewish busboy! I had a very good night!"
Totem
Earl Grey tea all over my keyboard now. Thanks Totem. You made my morning!
I think I stop at around 9 when I got up to go to the rest room and saw mom and Dad, brinnging in the gifts...Of course I didnt spoil it for my Brothers...But to be honest there is always that special Miracle around Christmas that makes ya wonder...Hmmm Does he Exist...On that note Guys...Take care FFXI friends :)
Mistress DSD wrote:
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.
Just sit him down and tell him you're having an affair with Santa. You can make up some story about how Santa fell in love with you after eating your cookies. *giggle*
Explain that the song 'I saw mommy kissing Santa Clause' is actually based on your true story. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to have Santa as his new daddy.
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Haha, someone likes their chocolate eggs.
lol not me.
But in response to the Santa kicks butt thing. I equate all made up stories as made up stories. It's probably because I had much better imagination than: X is x because it's x!
5 is also when I stopped believing in religion. It was a very crazy time for me. It was that whole belief thing. Just don't have it. Never really have.
Redjed wrote:
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Anyway, when I was 6 and I was playing hide-and-seek (with guns!) with my cousin while my parents/aunts/uncles had a traditional xmas eve party in the family room. One of my hiding spaces ended up being in my parent's closet upstairs. When I got inside and flicked the light on, I saw a bunch of stuff that I had wanted for christmas - including my GAME GEAR
- just sitting there unwrapped on a box. From there it took about 5 seconds to put all the pieces together. Santa didn't exist, my parents were just getting presents for me, the mystery and miracle was all a lie, the tooth fairy probably wasn't real either (though I proved that separately on my own account*)... It was incredibly sad. Honest to god, I didn't even want to pay hide-and seek (with guns!) anymore after seeing that.
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*I had a loose tooth one time when I had gone to the dentist, so they did me a favor that I was too much of a sissy to do own my own - pull it out. It was actually pretty easy, so they gave me a neat little plastic container to take it home in. Of course my parents saw the container and that I obviously had finally lost my took, so I set it out overnight. Lo and behold, there was a dollar packed into the little translucent yellow-green case!
The actual discovery didn't come until my NEXT lost tooth, though. I hadn't said anything to my parents about it and it was further off to the side so it was difficult to actually spot, and I had finally gotten it out on my own in my bathroom. I popped it into the container, got psyched up for my dollar, and got ready to go to sleep. I tossed the container into a junk drawer I had on our computer desk, and that was it. Woke up the next morning and surprise, no dollar. I actually thought to myself that it was my fault for not leaving it out, so the next night I left it sitting on my desk (again without telling my parents), and once again, no dollar. After that I knew for sure that if I told my parents I had lost the tooth, I would get a dollar.
Sure enough, I show them day three of my tooth sitting in my little container, and like clockwork, overnight my tooth turned into a dollar.
I don't remember how old I was when this happened, however.
Edited, Dec 11th 2007 2:18pm by bsphil
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