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Let’s play.

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Another Christmas question… because we’re almost there.

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I can honestly say I don’t ever remember believing in Santa Claus.

Maybe I did as a very young child… but my earliest memories are of catching my mother wrapping presents behind closed doors and knowing the secret place she hid the gifts before hand.

Yes, we laid out cookies and milk for Santa… but they were always my father’s favorite kind so that was suspicious. What were the chances Santa preferred Walkers Scottish shortbread over Oreos or chocolate chip?

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Look at my face.

I was born a skeptic.

How about you?…

When did your Santa Claus bubble burst?

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34 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  1. I was considered a smart and logical child. We were watching Family Affair and it showed Uncle Bill slipping a dime under Buffy’s pillow and taking her tooth. So, no Tooth-Fairy. I extrapolated and the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus fell like dominoes…

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      1. I’m an amateur magician. My son put a tooth under his pillow without telling us. He came downstairs the next morning crying that the tooth fairy never came. I told him he got up too early and walked him back to his bed. He put the tooth back under the pillow… I “checked” it and replaced with a dollar bill I’d palmed. I told him just to lay still for at least a few minutes. Must’ve seemed magical at the time…

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  3. I was around 7, I also put out cookies and milk for Santa Clause and got up one night to check and caught my dad eating them. But not just eating the cookies, but complaining that he had to. And my mom telling him to let his kids believe in something wholesome even if it was for a little while. I was crushed, not so much that it was him eating the cookies, but complaining about doing something remotely fatherly for me and my brother. That Christmas is when the blinders came off, although I played along for my brother who was four years younger than I was.

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  7. WHAT? There’s no Santa? Ha Ha! Next you’ll be telling me the Tooth Fairy is something my folks dreamt up to get me to the dentist.

    It was tricky! I think I got a fair idea when I was about eight or nine, maybe. But there was always that niggling doubt that if you didn’t ‘believe’ and he WAS real, then there’d be no presents under the tree with your name on!

    I played it safe for a couple of years. 😀

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  8. maybe when i turned five and had so many questions about all the mall santas? … not sure. i do remember my mum and dad telling me that santa was just the spirit of christmas– and not a real guy.

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  9. My family, with 10 kids, was too poor to do the Santa thing. Or maybe it was because my mom was born in Polish Germany and they had Father Xmas or some other legend. At least I never had to disappointed like some of my frieds were..

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      2. When we were first married I did huge Christmas celebrations. Since I had wonderful memories, I loved everything about the season. He always seemed a bit lost, perplexed even. It was sad… I think it made him realize all that he’d missed.

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      3. I never looked at it that way. Xmas was sometning to endure. If I was with a woman who .loved xmas I played along,, but really it was just for show. Now I have a pwrtner who ĺoves lighls on pladtic trees.I can handle that. Colourful lights are pretty. The rest if it, humbug.

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  11. I’m not sure when I stopped. The deal was sealed the year I was suspicious, then didn’t fall asleep and heard not only the commotion outside my door (hall closet) but a loud bike horn squeezed by my uncle. The next morn, the horn was labeled from Santa.

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      1. Yeah… maturity wasn’t his strong suit. But he was tall and strong and once held me up against the ceiling. As a fat kid and adult, I’ve only been playfully picked up twice in my life.

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  12. I was ancient – 4th grade. The youngest of 4, it didn’t help that all my siblings perpetuated the myth. My seat at the kitchen table had my back to the window and at Christmastime every year, my siblings would always gasp and point and say they just saw one of Santa’s elves peeking in the window. I totally fell for it every time. I’d whip around as fast as I could, but it was always dark out at dinnertime in winter, so it made perfect sense to me why I could never catch a glimpse.

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