I know this is the wrong season to be discussing the subject,but in today’s society,I think it’s an interesting topic that deserves some discussion.My question is,at what age did you find out that the big guy isn’t real after all?(Or do you still believe in him now?:D)If anybody’s interested,I’d be glad to share my experience.
You first.
Alright then.It happened when I was 10 years old(I know,pretty old,but I’d had my doubts for quite some time before then).Anyway,I had to sleep in my parents’ bed one Christmas Eve(after all,if I slept in my bed I could have gone into the livingroom and spoiled the secret),and I woke up early the next morning by myself ,and I heard somebody using tape.Stupid as I was(and am:D),I still was smart enough to realize the implications of that event-put simply,no Santa.I wasn’t very disappointed,since as I said I’d been suspicious anyway(the presents helped a little with that too).I imagine that my discovery was a lot less dramatic than it is for other kids.What about yours?
When my wife said she had a headache on Christmas night.
I never believed, but I understood that I was supposed to play along. I let my mother know this when I was three, she says.
My mom is pretty smart, she had me help deliver toys to needy kids and when I asked the obvious question, “Why isn’t Santa taking toys to these kids?” she just kinda looked at me, with the you must be joking look she gives so well. Two important lessons there 1 No Santa 2 You have a responsibility to your fellow humans. Thank you mom I love you. This is the same woman who when I started to get curious about it, put Human Sexuality(the book) at my eye level on the shelf. Like I said smart woman
How old were you when all this happened?She didn’t give you that book when you were 4 did she?(I’m just joking.)
WHAT?!!!
Good joke Dngnb8.I guess Mrs.Claus doesn’t have to say she has a headache,right?
Never .
Except for a brief period in the 60s when I regarded him as a possible Communist Infiltrator.
I was five. I had been given a globe for my fifth birthday (yes, my parental-units were a bit strange… good thing they didn’t infect me) and I figured out how far Santa had to fly to get to all the kids in the US. So, I asked the paternal one about this discrepancy and he sat me down and told me that Santa was the spirit of Christmas and that he was real in the sense that Christmas was about giving gifts and loving people. Dad was a really great guy. I miss him.
Really? Did I just whoosh you there?
The day I stopped beating my wife.
Stopped? Who stopped?
He sounds like a great guy.Very good post-really a very good post.
Never believed; my parents explained the idea carefully, from the very earliest.
(Good parents! My papa was a racist…but agreed not to raise me to be one! I was 18 when he finally let go and said what he really thought about blacks. I was astonished…and then very, very thankful. He could have shoveled all that crap into my young mind…the way his father did to him. But, instead, he broke the cycle.)
(Of course, Christmas day, when I was eight…he broke the cycle then, too… Sigh…)
Mine was similar (age 6) except that I noticed that there was no actual land at the North Pole, and that Santa’s castle would soon sink into the ice (or be ground to bits by it). I walked downstairs and proudly announced this to my shocked parents.
I wonder what parents will do when the Arctic becomes completely ice free? “Oh yes Johnny, Santa’s castle is designed to float!”
I don’t think I ever really believed but at age 5-6 I saw my parents putting “Santa’s” presents in our stockings and that was the final straw. My younger brother found out at the same time. We faked it for a few more years for our parents’ sake, but once we were 8 or 9, they assumed we knew it was made up and the charade stopped.
I will probably not do Santa with my own kids. I don’t really see the point.
Great joke John DiFool.:DWhat did your parents tell you when you told them what you figured out?Did they still tell you he was real or was that the end of it all?