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How old were you when you found out there wasn't a Santa?
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What?!? There is no Santa. :bawl:
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I was 5 or 6.
Never tried to tell my kids Santa was real. We had fun 'being' Santa to each other.
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I was 5 or 6.
Never tried to tell my kids Santa was real. We had fun 'being' Santa to each other.
I did, I lied to my kids.
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I think I was about five, but I had "grave concerns" prior to then.
Can still remember one Christmas Eve, my Dad had us girls look out the window to see Santa in his sleigh. One of the neighbors had put up a display in their yard. I remember asking Dad why Santa and the reindeer weren't moving. :-)
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If you don't believe in Santa, Santa doesn't bring gifts. :-) So I believe!
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I still believe in Santa.
It's the tooth fairey that I have my doubts about.
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A friend of mine just had her 5th grade son humiliated at school when his friends found out he still believed. There comes a point in time, say 8 years oldish, when you have to stop going above and beyond to prove to your kids that that stuff is real. I have a friend who goes insane to "prove" to her kids that the tooth fairy is real. We never did tooth fairy here. Santa was gone by 3rd grade too.
That being said I think I was about 18 when I found out the truth.
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If you don't believe in Santa, Santa doesn't bring gifts. :-) So I believe!
Exactly! :cheersmate: However, I did have my doubts at 11, when we were at my step-dad's families house, and my gifts from Santa were wrapped in Chaunkah paper, as his family was Jewish. I kept my yap shut however. O-)
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I think I was 7 . . . I found a stash of presents my mom had hidden in a closet for me. It was my own fault, I shouldn't have been snooping :hammer:
Did anyone ever get a 'Christmas in February' gift from Santa (or whatever month)? I would get those once in a while because Mom would forget where she had hidden things! :lmao:
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Not sure if I ever "believed" Santa was real... it may have just been another story to me. I honestly don't remember. The thing that cinched it was when I was about 8 or 9 hearing tools clanging and my parents cursing trying to assemble three bicycles and still get to bed at a reasonable hour.
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Did anyone ever get a 'Christmas in February' gift from Santa (or whatever month)? I would get those once in a while because Mom would forget where she had hidden things! :lmao:
That might have happened once or twice. My parents were not really the forgetful type. If they spent money on something, they damn sure knew where it was. :rotf:
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Did anyone ever get a 'Christmas in February' gift from Santa (or whatever month)? I would get those once in a while because Mom would forget where she had hidden things! :lmao:
Yeah, that happened to me on occasion too. A nice February bonus. :-)
I found out from a couple of neighbor kids when I was 7 or 8. I still remember their names, the bastards! :censored: :-)
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I still believe in "Santa"..... :naughty:
I think I was told on the playground at elementary school there wasn't a Santa. When I asked my mom, she said it was my choice to believe in Santa or not.....but she also said that if I didn't believe in Santa, then there was no reason for Santa to bring me presents. I chose to believe. :-) She died a few days after my 13th birthday...the next Christmas there were no Santa presents or stuffed stockings.
My kids always got their big present from Santa and a stocking stuffed from Santa, separated out from the gifts under the tree. It was that way until they left home. The stockings still get stuffed though... :-)
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I knew the Santa horseshit was bogus from the get-go.
We didn't have a freakin' chimney for him to slide down on, my mother couldn't bake a cookie if her life depended on it, and the gifts marked "from Santa" had my mother's handwriting on it. I never saw any ******* hoofprints and sleigh markings on the roof, and I ESPECIALLY knew it was bogus because none of the reindeer EVER took a dump on the roof.
Besides, everybody knows that those elves are lazy bastards anyway and their friggin' elf union never would've approved that kind of a contract anyway - being responsible for making all those toys for all those kids around the world. :whatever:
That announcement from NORAD was bogus too - "Sighting from a sleigh emanating from the North Pole..., yadda yadda yadda."
I was a cynical kid, especially about no-brainer stuff like Santa Claus.
"Gonna make a list, naughty or nice..."
Yeah, right. Lemme hit the snooze button on this one. :whatever: :lame:
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I think I was 7 . . . I found a stash of presents my mom had hidden in a closet for me. It was my own fault, I shouldn't have been snooping :hammer:
Did anyone ever get a 'Christmas in February' gift from Santa (or whatever month)? I would get those once in a while because Mom would forget where she had hidden things! :lmao:
Dude! One year when I was in junior high, my brother and I unwrapped all of our presents, while the parents were at work, and then rewrapped them. As usual, I received sweaters, turtlenecks, and pajamas. I didn't like any of them. It was sooooooo hard to fake it that day. Even if you don't like a gift, it is much easier to fake liking it if you don't already know you are not going to like it.
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Dude! One year when I was in junior high, my brother and I unwrapped all of our presents, while the parents were at work, and then rewrapped them. As usual, I received sweaters, turtlenecks, and pajamas. I didn't like any of them. It was sooooooo hard to fake it that day. Even if you don't like a gift, it is much easier to fake liking it if you don't already know you are not going to like it.
There should be a moratorium on Christmas presents for teenagers :hammer: Mine will pick up each present and tell me what it is before it's unwrapped -- usually he gets most of them right so I know he's not truly "guessing". Annoys the crap out of me :argh:
There's a train that runs behind our house that takes coal down to the Atlantic Electric Power plant and I have, on more than one occasion, grabbed a few pieces that have fallen off the coal cars and handed them to him! :-)
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There should be a moratorium on Christmas presents for teenagers :hammer: Mine will pick up each present and tell me what it is before it's unwrapped -- usually he gets most of them right so I know he's not truly "guessing". Annoys the crap out of me :argh:
There's a train that runs behind our house that takes coal down to the Atlantic Electric Power plant and I have, on more than one occasion, grabbed a few pieces that have fallen off the coal cars and handed them to him! :-)
Reminds me of how my Dad used to wrap gifts. He'd stick 'em in a paper bag and hand 'em to you. Now THAT's the way it should be done! :rotf:
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Reminds me of how my Dad used to wrap gifts. He'd stick 'em in a paper bag and hand 'em to you. Now THAT's the way it should be done! :rotf:
Ha, ha excellent!! :lmao:
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Unless it was at a very early age and therefore relegated to the edge of the memories, I don't believe I ever believed in Santa Claus. It seems to me I recall viewing the whole thing as a "ritual" in commemoration of some long-ago event or person, and nothing more than that.
I was five years old, and my younger brother, three, when we happened to wander into the basement of our house alongside the Platte River of Nebraska. It was an easy basement to get into, and very large and spacious, but for whatever reasons, neither of us paid much attention to it.
We came across what appeared to be boxes of yet-to-be-assembled toys, but being brought up well, we didn't look any further than that, figuring we'd know soon enough anyway.
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Reminds me of how my Dad used to wrap gifts. He'd stick 'em in a paper bag and hand 'em to you. Now THAT's the way it should be done! :rotf:
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taking a guess here but cynicism runs in the family? :whistling:
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Reminds me of how my Dad used to wrap gifts. He'd stick 'em in a paper bag and hand 'em to you. Now THAT's the way it should be done! :rotf:
taking a guess here but cynicism runs in the family? :whistling:
I dunno about genetics, but The School of Hard Knocks has certainly contributed to my realistic look at things. O-)
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txCiZFPsKR8[/youtube]
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Oh, I love that movie! I plan on popping it in after lunch for my daughter.
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It's no 'Big' (and Wil Ferrel is definitely no Tom Hanks).
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and the gifts marked "from Santa" had my mother's handwriting on it.
I think that was pretty much the tipper for me...that and me hearing my dad trying to put together my sister's bike and going, "Ho, ho, ho--**** you too!"
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I still believe in Santa.
It's the tooth fairey that I have my doubts about.
What the hell does she do with all those teeth?
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I think that was pretty much the tipper for me...that and me hearing my dad trying to put together my sister's bike and going, "Ho, ho, ho--**** you too!"
Ha, ha, ha -- I love these stories! :lmao:
My mom would print on the tags in capital letters as a 'disguise' because, obviously, I would never recognize the handwriting then! :whatever:
I tried writing with my left hand on my son's tags years ago when he was small and was very successful in disguising my normal handwriting. Unfortunately, it also no longer resembled writing at all and looked like a dyslexic epileptic in a straitjacket trying to write with their toes. :-)
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What the hell does he do with all those teeth?
FIFY :-)
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Gosh, I have only happy memories of believing and feeling disappointed when I learned the truth. Can't even recall the tipper, probably school chums. None of the gifts were ever wrapped. Us kids were awakened before daylight and told to stand in the hallway until the folks made sure the coast was clear. After perking the coffee and making us wait about 15 minutes we were led to the livingroom by both parents where each of us 3 kids had our little corner with our gifts from Santa set out in a wonderful display. I know for certain I was still enjoying this ritual at the age of 9.
Now I'm depressed :bawl:
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Gosh, I have only happy memories of believing and feeling disappointed when I learned the truth. Can't even recall the tipper, probably school chums. None of the gifts were ever wrapped. Us kids were awakened before daylight and told to stand in the hallway until the folks made sure the coast was clear. After perking the coffee and making us wait about 15 minutes we were led to the livingroom by both parents where each of us 3 kids had our little corner with our gifts from Santa set out in a wonderful display. I know for certain I was still enjoying this ritual at the age of 9.
Now I'm depressed :bawl:
My Mom had a rule, that we couldn't even peek at anything till she had coffee and a smoke. First thing I ever did in the kitchen was learn to make coffee. We would bring coffee, and an ashtray and cigarette to her bed. :lmao:
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Ha, ha, ha -- I love these stories! :lmao:
I tried writing with my left hand on my son's tags years ago when he was small and was very successful in disguising my normal handwriting. Unfortunately, it also no longer resembled writing at all and looked like a dyslexic epileptic in a straitjacket trying to write with their toes. :-)
Now THAT'S some seriously bad handwriting. It would be even worse if the dyslexic epileptic drooled and a fountain pen was being used.
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Gosh, I have only happy memories of believing and feeling disappointed when I learned the truth. Can't even recall the tipper, probably school chums. None of the gifts were ever wrapped. Us kids were awakened before daylight and told to stand in the hallway until the folks made sure the coast was clear. After perking the coffee and making us wait about 15 minutes we were led to the livingroom by both parents where each of us 3 kids had our little corner with our gifts from Santa set out in a wonderful display. I know for certain I was still enjoying this ritual at the age of 9.
Now I'm depressed :bawl:
If you're depressed now, just wait till January when the credit card bills start rolling in. You'll be looking for veins to slit.
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As a teenager, I was a "Master Snooper" and perfected rewrapping presents. Can't remember anything my stepmother bought me that I really liked, and I learned to snoop so that I could fake enthusiasm...so my dad wouldn't get mad.
The last time I "snooped" anything, was the first year that I was married. My ex bought me a gorgeous blazer that I had talked about and talked about. I was so excited that he got it, because we really couldn't afford it.
I got caught snooping. Tried to cover up by telling him how excited I was that he got it for me and kept telling him that I was sorry that I snooped. Didn't work. He took it back. :bawl: I never snooped again.
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I knew the Santa horseshit was bogus from the get-go.
We didn't have a freakin' chimney for him to slide down on, my mother couldn't bake a cookie if her life depended on it, and the gifts marked "from Santa" had my mother's handwriting on it. I never saw any ******* hoofprints and sleigh markings on the roof, and I ESPECIALLY knew it was bogus because none of the reindeer EVER took a dump on the roof.
Besides, everybody knows that those elves are lazy bastards anyway and their friggin' elf union never would've approved that kind of a contract anyway - being responsible for making all those toys for all those kids around the world. :whatever:
That announcement from NORAD was bogus too - "Sighting from a sleigh emanating from the North Pole..., yadda yadda yadda."
I was a cynical kid, especially about no-brainer stuff like Santa Claus.
"Gonna make a list, naughty or nice..."
Yeah, right. Lemme hit the snooze button on this one. :whatever: :lame:
I bet you got lots of invites to the Christmas parties,LOL. Anyway I found out when I was about 7 or 8. I found presents in the closet long before the day was going to happen
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Reminds me of how my Dad used to wrap gifts. He'd stick 'em in a paper bag and hand 'em to you. Now THAT's the way it should be done! :rotf:
I TOTALLY suck at wrapping presents. Once the kiddos figured out there was no Santa (Aimee at age 5 and Scott right afterwards since she didn't keep her yap shut-poor 3 year old already disillusioned!) they KNEW when Mom had wrapped a gift.
I actually take a perverse pride in being the worst gift wrapper evah. Damn if the Army Wives' Club didn't totally regret roping me in to wrapping Christmas gifts for a fundraiser. :lmao:
Anyway, these days all my gift wrapping is delegated. I WAS an officer after all. :-)
Kudos to your Dad for his "presentation". :cheersmate:
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My Mom had a rule, that we couldn't even peek at anything till she had coffee and a smoke. First thing I ever did in the kitchen was learn to make coffee. We would bring coffee, and an ashtray and cigarette to her bed. :lmao:
Your Mom was a mom after my own heart. :lmao:
Except for me, there was no ciggie involved. Otherwise, get outta my way until the first cup of joe. Including Christmas morning.
My husband was much more cruel to the kiddies. He'd lounge around in bed and basically taunt them with not getting up yet.
That's when they really YELLED. Haha, good lungs inherited from Moi.
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I think that was pretty much the tipper for me...that and me hearing my dad trying to put together my sister's bike and going, "Ho, ho, ho--**** you too!"
HI5 for the horselaugh you elicited from me with that remark.
Not to be confused with the illict drugs most of Skin's Isle of Misfit Toys, er, People, consume.
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What the hell does she do with all those teeth?
DADT!!!!!
Gawd, the images you just evoked with that comment. :p
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As a teenager, I was a "Master Snooper" and perfected rewrapping presents. Can't remember anything my stepmother bought me that I really liked, and I learned to snoop so that I could fake enthusiasm...so my dad wouldn't get mad.
The last time I "snooped" anything, was the first year that I was married. My ex bought me a gorgeous blazer that I had talked about and talked about. I was so excited that he got it, because we really couldn't afford it.
I got caught snooping. Tried to cover up by telling him how excited I was that he got it for me and kept telling him that I was sorry that I snooped. Didn't work. He took it back. :bawl: I never snooped again.
Crap, deb, that seriously sux. Hopefully you went right back out and bought the blazer.
The year of Christmas right after I had turned 35 (17 years ago, alright) DH brought inside a huge box on Christmas Eve. It was my present. Since I'd never had a microwave and had been hinting strongly for one, I made the mistake of exclaiming, oh my gawd you bought me a microwave. Dayum, DH is an easygoing dude but he was majorly pissed. Stomped out of our quarters (we lived four floors up in an American military housing unit in Germany then)-and disappeared for several hours. Came home, not a peep from him, and next morning of course the microwave was there, but also a remote control to what turned out to be my first ever CD player.
I have NEVAH guessed at what he has bought me to this day.
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The last time I "snooped" anything, was the first year that I was married. My ex bought me a gorgeous blazer that I had talked about and talked about. I was so excited that he got it, because we really couldn't afford it.
I got caught snooping. Tried to cover up by telling him how excited I was that he got it for me and kept telling him that I was sorry that I snooped. Didn't work. He took it back.
Now, that is deplorable. That is despicable.
True, it was wrong of you to snoop.
But it was even more wrong of him to refuse to give it to you, knowing how much it meant to you.
It's like he was treating you like a child.
Any man who treats his wife that way needs to be taken out and strung up.
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By the way, for the record, franksolich grew up with debk's ex-husband. In real life.
I am speechless that he would be that way.
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I was 8 when I found out and my cousin broke the news to my younger sister first and added while we are talking about it there is no Easter Bunny and your mom is the tooth fairy as well. He did this the day my dad had to go back to Korea to finish his hardship tour.
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If you're depressed now, just wait till January when the credit card bills start rolling in. You'll be looking for veins to slit.
Been there, done that...never again. I tell my children who are now adults that we only celebrate with the "reason for the season". So far so good :-)
Now the grands are a whole 'nother story.
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By the way, for the record, franksolich grew up with debk's ex-husband. In real life.
I am speechless that he would be that way.
So was I.
He has become much more like his mother, the older he gets. I KNOW that you remember her!!
You would not believe the "head" games he has played towards the kids.
(you might want to read the Elizabeth Edwards thread, if you haven't already... :( )
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So was I.
He has become much more like his mother, the older he gets. I KNOW that you remember her!!
You would not believe the "head" games he has played towards the kids.
(you might want to read the Elizabeth Edwards thread, if you haven't already... :( )
Granted, the ex was a few years older than me, and I was better acquainted with his younger brother.
To me, he always appeared somewhat, uh, aloof, but I never considered him a guy with no class.
I guess one has to be married to see it.
Damn.
That was childish on his part.
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There is a Santa. He isn't a fat man in a red suit, but He can travel all over the world instantly and brought us the greatest gift ever. And that's what I tell my kids.
My Mom was raised Catholic, in Austria, and "Santa" was KristKindle - The Christ Child. We wrote letters to Santa and put them in our windows for the angels to collect, and if we were bad, there was always some angel looking in the window just then...so we tried to be REALLY good.
My Dad and Grandfather would "go out to check the cattle" on Christmas Eve...just like Dad did every night, all winter. It took them seriously forever to get back, something about the animals being shy because they were talking, of course. Then Dad would burst in and say he was sure he'd seen Santa on our roof as he was walking into my Great-Grandparents' house, and we were allowed to go find all our presents under our tree.
It was great!! We still miss those Christmas Eves and wish we could recreate them for our kids...
I know my older kids decided there was no Santa at some point growing up...but weird things kept happening that made them at least think. A couple years, gifts showed up in our locked house while we were gone, and all the doors were still locked. Even when they knew I was flat broke, there was at least one family gift from Santa, something we really 'needed' like a VCR. One year, there was even a gift for me because I needed a winter coat. ( :-) )
But the really big year was the year my most-doubtful found a heavy brass sleighbell in our front yard. We still have that bell, and it's no cheap little thing. I bet a horse could step on it without breaking it...and it was in the yard right where it would have fallen if Santa had been on the front porch. There was no Christmas parade in our town, and no reason for anything like that to show up at our house. (I most certainly had nothing to do with it!!) After that, they all had to wonder...
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Nice stories MrsSmith. Tis the season, no matter how young or old we are. Thanks for sharing :)
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How old were you when you found out there wasn't a Santa?
Seriously?
Are you a communist???? :-) :-) :-) :tongue: :tongue: :tongue: :fuelfire: :fuelfire: