In a few weeks, some of us will be celebrating christmas. And many of you, when you were younger was told Santa Claus was real and he came down a chimney to deliver gifts. and eventually you learned that your parents lied to you.
I remember perfectly when i realize Santa wasn't real. i was 8 (yeah it took me a while to realize, my mom was pretty good at it , i guess) and my tooth came out christmas eve. So i wrote a note to the tooth fairy and to Santa about what gifts i wanted. Christmas morning i woke up to two letters from santa and the tooth fairy. Both had the same handwriting that resembled my mother's horrible penmenship. And eventually i put two and two together. I was soo hurt.And when i have kids they will never know anything about Santa.
So, please do tell you story of when you realize Santa wasn't real.
Anna Sui
my parents always told me he wasnt real. I never believed in him. neither will my children.
1LUCKY! I wish my mom didn't fill my head with lies and for so long.
2It wasn't particularly traumatizing for me or my sisters when we found out the Santa wasn't real. We just kept on pretending to believe, even to this day
It was our tradition (my sisters and I) to all pile into the same bed on Christmas eve. We knew mom and dad would wait until they "thought" we were asleep (usually after midnight, because with three excited girls all piled into one bed giggling and playing around it took forever to fall asleep) to start setting out the "Santa" gifts and fill the stockings. Then we would wake up SUPER early, before the sun came out, to go and check out all the goodies. Mom would have a VHS tape set up in the VCR with all our favorite Chrsitmas cartoons, and we'd turn that out while we checked out our stockings. We were always allowed to open up our stockings before we got them up, but we had to wait until 8AM to wake them up and open the presents.
The best year ever was the year "santa" got my my first grown up bed, a daybed. My wonderful father, bless his heart had it all put together in the living room - so once my sisters and I had ransacked our stockings we all piled into the bed to watch the Chrsitmas cartoons. We actually fell back alseep that year, and our parents had to get us up instead of the other way around.
One more quick story - I was notorious for peeking in the wrapping paper to see what the presents were under the tree. My Dad got real creative and put secret pieces of tape in all the strangest places that made it impossible to get the wrapping paper off without giving it away. He also started labeling our gifts "Huey, Duey, or Louie" so my sisters and I wouldn't know which gift was whose.
3Those were great stories Lorelei, thanks for sharing.
4one christmas i wrapped all the gifts. including my own.
5haha loren. When you were wrapping the gifts for you, were you like "mmmm, i wonder if this one is for me?"
6no my mom told me what was mine. lol
7I grew up believing in Santa, I remember one year we went to a Christmas party at my aunt's house on Christmas Eve. We left like really late and my dad was like we better hurry home and be in bed before Santa comes, and then he pointed to the sky and said look, there is his sleigh. I am pretty sure it was just an airplane, but for years my sister and I swore up and down that we saw Santa's sleigh. I don't know when I stopped believing, I think I just kind of grew out of it, I was probably like 8 or 9. Pretty old, I know, but seeing his sleigh really did it for me
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8angelica-that's so great that your dad point to the sky and convince you and your sister there was a sleigh in the sky. LOL.
9LOL! That is sweet!
10I forget. I think my friends told me and I had to break it to my parents. I'm always the last to know.
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