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December 17th, 2007 at 6:44 am
What…what are you talking about? I don’t know what you mean…
lalalalalalalala…
December 17th, 2007 at 7:53 am
My story is tragic.
I wrote a note to Santa one year when I was about 7, asking him to take the note with him. It was gone in the morning, I was overjoyed and life went on. A few months later, while rummaging most nefariously through the family storage closet, I found the same note. Tucked in a box.
Needless to say, that little 7-year-old heart broke. Life’s never been the same…
December 17th, 2007 at 8:43 am
I found the presents one year marked “From Santa”. And for the record, I wasn’t trying to find presents- my mom had sent me to the closet to get something for her, and there they were. I remember being disappointed for a minute, then deciding that it all made sense. I mean, how *did* Santa get to all the houses all over the world? And why did he always bring more presents to my cousin, who was a HUGE brat, than he did to me? It was kind of a relief actually, to know that Mom and Dad were actually Santa.
December 17th, 2007 at 1:04 pm
When I was eight my dad told me, but I remember that I was not shocked one bit when he told me. I think that I already suspected something was up. I still had to pretend that I believed so that I could get my extra “Santa” present.
December 17th, 2007 at 2:04 pm
I had the same experience as Taunt Talli, but when I found thank you note I had made for Santa hiding in the cupboard, I yelled at my parents and called them mean people for not letting Santa have his gift.
It was a couple years later when Santa gave us a family gift in early December (he rang the doorbell and dad found a note from Santa and a new microwave oven) that my parents told me Santa wasn’t real. They didn’t want me to make a fool of myself calling all my friends to tell them about what had happened. I was 8 or 9 and totally devestated.
December 17th, 2007 at 4:22 pm
I was about 6 and my mom was tucking me in for the night and I said something like “Santa’s not real is he?” and my mom looked kind of sad (which confused me at the time) and she no “No, honey he’s not.” A moment later I had figured out the tooth fairy and the Easter Bunny too.
My younger brother figured it out on Christmas morning when he recognized Santa’s wrapping paper was the same as one of th roles in my dad’s closet. My parents were bummed because they had been so careful to use different paper on Santa’s presents than on the ones from “Mom and Dad.”
December 17th, 2007 at 4:33 pm
Just a few days ago I was walking through the mall with my five year old. He saw the mall Santa and said, “Mom, I don’t really believe in Santa.” I tried to stifle my shock and prodded with a few follow-up questions. “Oh, you mean you don’t believe in MALL Santas, right?” He bought this and answered, “Yeah, I dont’ believe in the Mall Santa, he’s just dressed up, but I believe in the real Santa in the North Pole.”
Phew…close call….
December 17th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
I can remember when my niece discovered there was no Santa and, after a lconversation with her mother and a few moments thought, turned to her mother and said “OK, what about this God business?”
December 17th, 2007 at 6:29 pm
Oh, man. So many Eudora Welty novels all in one place.
December 18th, 2007 at 9:52 am
gemdiva - That’s hysterical. Quite the clever niece you have there!
December 18th, 2007 at 2:53 pm
Mine was the opposite of Tizzy’s story. I’d lost a tooth when I was perhaps 7 or 8, and had already become pretty sure these Fairies/Bunnies/Jolly Fat Men were imaginary but thought it would be in bad taste to assume so without empirical evidence (Yes, I later became a scientist.) So I hid under the covers reading The Little Princess and then pretended to be asleep when the Tooth Fairy came. She had, shall we say, the same bathrobe as my mom. I didn’t give Santa much of a fighting chance after that. I pretended for at least 3-4 years though for the benefit of my younger siblings: I think my parents thought I was either dim or angling for presents though.