I don’t remember when I stopped believing (assuming I ever did which is probable), but I remember the set of insulated underwear that told me my childhood was ending.
I still believe in Santa despite the fact that he never really brings me what I hoped for, but then again I’m not sure how he would wrap it let alone get it down the chimney!
pschearer Premium Member over 4 years ago
I don’t remember when I stopped believing (assuming I ever did which is probable), but I remember the set of insulated underwear that told me my childhood was ending.
Sisterdame over 4 years ago
My parents always let us believe in the magic of people loving us and wanting to make us happy, by getting us presents.
Stevefk over 4 years ago
I still believe in Santa despite the fact that he never really brings me what I hoped for, but then again I’m not sure how he would wrap it let alone get it down the chimney!
LOLBeth over 4 years ago
My older siblings told me when I was (I think) 6. They were probably hoping I’d cry (in which case, I disappointed them).
cuzinron47 over 4 years ago
I’m not sure I ever did. The whole story seemed so far fetched.
Bobtul07110 over 4 years ago
70 years old and I still believe.
KevDoneIt over 4 years ago
Just for fun search for Stan Freeburg, “a green Christmas.”
Dorothy Ownbey Premium Member over 4 years ago
The year I heard my mother spill hard candy all over the kitchen floor, upstairs. Followed by very un Santa like swearing.
robinafox about 1 year ago
Santa brings, or maybe is, the Spirit of Christmas. And that is the reason we get any gifts at all.