Getting ready to go to Christmas Eve service, Mom said to me softly, “Don’t tell your sisters yet, but there is no Santa Clause. Your dad and I do it.”
I thought, “You know, there were parts of that story that did not add up.”
My parents never asked if I believed in Santa, and I never declared either way. I wasn’t going to derail the toy train (figuratively, I already had an electric train) by admitting any maturity.
Was a stupid poor kid that believed ere’thing, I even wrote a letter to “Santa” ! Just to be cruelly disappointed the next day ! Life was very crude for me when I was like six or seven, but then again our mom had to work two jobs every day of her long life, and raise seven hungry mouths, now looking back I shouldn’t ve been so demanding, God bless us all
There was no trauma in our home over Santa. We believed in him when we were very young, and we gradually figured the truth. Our parents answered any questions we had on the subject.
We did start to notice that the tags on the presents from Santa had the same handwriting as those from Mom and Dad.
Tentoes over 2 years ago
Getting ready to go to Christmas Eve service, Mom said to me softly, “Don’t tell your sisters yet, but there is no Santa Clause. Your dad and I do it.”
I thought, “You know, there were parts of that story that did not add up.”
poppacapsmokeblower over 2 years ago
My parents never asked if I believed in Santa, and I never declared either way. I wasn’t going to derail the toy train (figuratively, I already had an electric train) by admitting any maturity.
I still don’t admit to maturity.
sufamelico over 2 years ago
scottartist creator over 2 years ago
There was no trauma in our home over Santa. We believed in him when we were very young, and we gradually figured the truth. Our parents answered any questions we had on the subject.
We did start to notice that the tags on the presents from Santa had the same handwriting as those from Mom and Dad.