How did you tell your parents that you no longer believed in Santa Claus?

fuzzybuddy

fuzzybuddy

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I'm 70 now, so I'm not sure exactly which year, but you got to admit the Santa story has big holes. I had to fake believing one year because my parents made such a big deal about Santa. Then the next year, I found the toy stash and ripped open the boxes. It was kind of hard to keep the Santa thing going. I tried to tell my cousin about no Santa. She was 2 years younger than me. But she said there was and beat me up.
 

I don't think I ever mentioned it, I think my parents just got tired.

I was the youngest and when we were small our parents did everything after we went to bed on Christmas Eve. The tree went up, the presents were placed under the tree unwrapped in piles for each of us and the stockings were filled. I say stockings but we used our socks. I remember negotiating with my much older brother one year to see if I could borrow one of his hunting socks because it would hold more than mine, he agreed but I had to split the loot with him!

When I was around 7 or 8 my parents started putting up the tree after Thanksgiving and placing wrapped presents under the tree in the days leading up to Christmas.

By the way, when I was a kid we didn't have a Christmas tree stand, we used a galvanized pail filled with water and rocks. The tree was also anchored to the wall with a very fine wire to keep the cat from tipping it over.
 
The neighbor's big boy,( probably he was 10 or 11) told me there was no Santa, knowing me I probably went home and asked my grandma about it, and knowing her she would have told me the truth, but more gently than Charlie did. Funny I remember his first name but not the results of his big boy truth.
 
I can't recall when I stopped believing in Santa, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy but given the kind of rotten kid I was growing up it was probably pretty early in life......I still do believe in the Boogieman and I check in the closet and under the bed every night before going to sleep. :)
 
A father says to his young son, "Johnny, I think it's time to tell you about the birds and the bees."

"NOOOOO!" wails the young lad, "I don't want to hear anything about the birds and the bees. When I was six, you told me that Santa Claus isn't real and when I was seven, you told me that there wasn't really an Easter Bunny and when I was eight, you told me that the Tooth Fairy doesn't leave money. If you tell me that grownups don't have sex, I really won't have anything to live for now!"
 
jujube said:
A father says to his young son, "Johnny, I think it's time to tell you about the birds and the bees."

"NOOOOO!" wails the young lad, "I don't want to hear anything about the birds and the bees. When I was six, you told me that Santa Claus isn't real and when I was seven, you told me that there wasn't really an Easter Bunny and when I was eight, you told me that the Tooth Fairy doesn't leave money. If you tell me that grownups don't have sex, I really won't have anything to live for now!"
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hahaha, too cute!

If I remember correctly, my older sister clued me in on a lot of things. Between there and the playground, I got most of my information.
 
I was about 7 yrs old when a girl that lived a few doors away told me there wasn't a Santa. When I went home I looked all over the house and found in one of the closets a doll I had asked Santa to get me on Christmas. I never said anything because at the time my much older brother had just gotten out of the service and he had moved in with us and his wife and 3yr old son.So I kept quiet so my little nephew would still believe in Santa.
 
Awww, number one the guys dressed like Santa spooked me from an early age. Number two I was an inquisitive child and I knew all the presents were in my Mom's closet.
 
I personally killed Santa , the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny for our kids. Our oldest daughter having finished opening quite a few gifts turned and said "is this all?", That was not what I wanted to hear, so I told all 3 little darlings that none of those goodie bearers were real, that mom and dad footed the bill for all of that . The next Xmas we heard "thank you mom and dad.
 
I played Santa as a teenage stockboy in a department store when the "real" Santa got drunk at lunch and was fired. My Santa impression probably revealed the truth to a lot of children...
 
My younger brother, I called him "The Mistake", was 10 years younger than me. I had to take him to see Santa at a nearby dept. store. He wouldn't wait for mom & dad to take him. We'd wait in line, then when it was time, he'd run away. On the way home, he'd cry and sob. He promised that he'd see Santa. Got in line. Yup, he ran away. This happened over and over. He never did get to sit on Santa's lap.
 
I didn't. I let them carry the secret to their graves.

Hey - free stuff - what's not to like?
 
I was definitely spooky. A gangly, extremely skinny Santa was not what the job called for. One brazen little brat actually came up and pulled my beard down (better than my pants)...
 
I was 7 (1959) and on Christmas Eve I had to get up to go to the bathroom. This was like 10 pm and I had to walk past the tree to get to the bathroom. When I did, I saw the presents all piled under the tree and my parents were still watching TV in the other room. I had some pointed questions for them Christmas morning. They were pretty straightforward about it, though. I also was brought up to date about the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I remember being disappointed, but not devastated.
 
fuzzybuddy said:
My younger brother, I called him "The Mistake", was 10 years younger than me. I had to take him to see Santa at a nearby dept. store. He wouldn't wait for mom & dad to take him. We'd wait in line, then when it was time, he'd run away. On the way home, he'd cry and sob. He promised that he'd see Santa. Got in line. Yup, he ran away. This happened over and over. He never did get to sit on Santa's lap.
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Sounds like a scene from "A Christmas Story" (1983)
 
With my kids I didn't really push a Santa agenda. Santa Claus is a story and you get presents on Christmas Day. UNLESS you don't get that dishwasher emptied right now. Funny but true, the youngest tended to wander if you didn't watch her close in the mall. But during Santa or Easter Bunny season all we had to do was say SC or EB are walking around. She would stay glued to your side.
 
My Dad used to play Santa Claus at our school. One year I noticed that Santa was wearing some rubber boots that looked exactly like the ones my Dad wore when he washed his car. Then I realized Santa's voice WAS my Dad. I guess I was about 6 or 7.
 

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