Santa is not real

Lewkat said:
Oh, c'mon, I still believe in Santa. He's so much fun, that jolly fellow.
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I’m with you. I love Santa. If I am in the mall and see kids lined up to sit on the Mall’s Santa, I have to stop and watch the little faces. So many smiling faces makes me smile. What a sight to see and watch.
 

hollydolly said:
you know , my daughter felt the same as you when i told her ...

At age 7 I thought it best to tell her myself before someone at school told her... and she was horrified... she took a step back looked at me wide eyed,,, and said accusingly '' You Lied''... why did you lie to me''...?

She'd been going through a period of telling me little fibs she'd picked up at school age around 6.. and I had told her over and over how unacceptable it was to not tell the truth.. so when i confessed about no Santa when she was 7 .. she felt utterly betrayed by me.. and it breaks my heart to this day.... because even now she's 49, if I bring it up, she'll still say.. why did you tell a lie in the first place !
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You know, for as bad as I felt after learning the truth, when I was in my late 30s I played Santa three years running for friends and colleagues with little kids. I did it on Christmas eve, and I had so many requests that I created an appointment book. My wife would drive to the appointments that started around 7:00 PM and would continue to about 3:00 AM. Sometimes, my wife would go into the house and act like she was just stopping by for a visit, so she could be there for the fun when I came in. She was a speech and drama coach, so she would give me advice and tips on how to improve my performance.

For the very late night visits, parents would be ready and as I was tending to presents under the tree, they would wake their kids and tell them Santa was there. Sometimes I would talk to the kids and a few times, parents would put their finger to their lips and tell the kids not to let Santa know they were watching him.

Some little kids would have older brothers and sisters that already knew about Santa and would take their que and join in on the subterfuge by making a big fuss about Santa an joining in on the act.

When driving around town, we usually saw 3 or 4 other Santas driving here or there, so there would be a lot of waving and horn honking between visits to homes.
 

Nothing wrong with "playing Santa" as a fictional character, along with all the dozens (hundreds?) of others. It's the real lying to literal-
minded kids that I object to. And the idea that

He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows when you've been bad or good,
So be good, for goodness sake!

... is downright spooky. Really little kids, under the age of 5 or 6, literally believe everything that is told to them.

Not everything is sacred (for those who believe in such things) just because it's traditional, or old, or your mother told it to you,
or there's an old Hollywood movie about a department store Santa who happens to be the real thing.

But there's nothing wrong with the good natured fun of dressing up like Santa, as a symbol of the holiday. My daughter and her family used to live in a neighborhood where a married couple dressed up as Mr. and Mrs. Claus every year in full costume, and stopped any car driving along the street to wish them a merry Christmas. It was a hoot. Even a grinch like me enjoyed it.
 
hollydolly said:
you know , my daughter felt the same as you when i told her ...

At age 7 I thought it best to tell her myself before someone at school told her... and she was horrified... she took a step back looked at me wide eyed,,, and said accusingly '' You Lied''... why did you lie to me''...?

She'd been going through a period of telling me little fibs she'd picked up at school age around 6.. and I had told her over and over how unacceptable it was to not tell the truth.. so when i confessed about no Santa when she was 7 .. she felt utterly betrayed by me.. and it breaks my heart to this day.... because even now she's 49, if I bring it up, she'll still say.. why did you tell a lie in the first place !
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Ah it could be worse.
 
Old&InTheWay said:
This is the absolute truth. My Dad was laid off just before Christman. My Mom sat us all down, I was 7 or 8, and she said, 'Kids, there's No Santa Claus and the Monkees aren't real musicians."
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But Mike Nesmith is a real guitarist mom! :)

I think I was six or seven at the time. My folks had come back from Christmas shopping in my dad's MG TD and the presents were in the back of the car. They didn't quite hide everything well and I got a glimpse of something that later ended up under the tree from Santa Claus.

However they did get back at me when I was about 10. My two uncles (my mom's younger half brothers) had some to live with us when my mom's mother passed away. They were in their mid to late teens. On Christmas Eve they headed out to a party before my folks took us out in the car to check out the Christmas lights. When we came back there were sooty footprints leading from the fireplace to the Christmas tree which was now loaded with presents. It took me a long time to figure out that my uncles had come back after we left, made the footprints and got out the presents then left again.
 
I don't remember ever really believing in supernatural holiday beings. But I went along with it because it was fun and the dime store net gift stockings Santa handed out at Grade School WERE real 🎅🎅🎅🎅
 
I was around 6 years old when a school mate told me there was no Santa. I didn't want to believe them but my mom hee hawed around then finally told me the truth. I always liked the story of...Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
 

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Mr. Ed said:
Have you considered Santa is real by the same token that god is real by belief?
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When my mother told me Santa was not real, I asked her if that was the same for the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny. Turns out they were all fakes. It seemed only natural, so I asked, "What about God?" She actually thought for awhile, and finally said, "No, God was real." I accepted it, but my skepticism meter shot way up. Today, I accept that my mother believed it, but I also understand that no one's belief makes anything real.
 
Sunny said:
But there's nothing wrong with the good natured fun of dressing up like Santa, as a symbol of the holiday. My daughter and her family used to live in a neighborhood where a married couple dressed up as Mr. and Mrs. Claus every year in full costume, and stopped any car driving along the street to wish them a merry Christmas. It was a hoot. Even a grinch like me enjoyed it.
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My wife and I looked up Mrs. Claus costumes, but we couldn't find any that were convincing enough. Even with Santa suits, the quality of realism spans a broad array of quality. I borrowed one that was owned by the Community Volunteer Fire Department. My wife took her Drama make up kit and glued the beard to my face. It was a top of the line suit. One parent told me the next day that his kid told him he knew it was the real Santa. His dad asked how he knew and was told by his son, "You can tell by the boots." The boots were mine however, just some beat up black galoshes that I used for washing the car.
 
Lara said:
My parents always put an orange in the toe of the Christmas stockings. So I marked all of the oranges in the fridge and sure enough the oranges on Christmas morning were the same ones from our own fridge. Then I knew Santa wasn't real.
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Did you come up with idea on your own, or did a friend tell you to try it? How old were you? How did your parents react when you confronted them?
 
It was my own idea and I think I was in 3rd grade. I wasn't at all disappointed nor were they because it was about time for me to know. I just remember appreciating that they did all that for me for years.
 
It always seemed so magical when an abundance of presents would appear one morning. There were a lot because my grand parents lived in the upstairs apartment, and all of us were giving each other presents. Sometimes presents came with a greeting, "From Mom and Dad." So not everything was from Santa, just most of it, but when your four, you're not really keeping track.

After I knew Santa wasn't real, I started wondering where my parents were storing all those presents, so I started searching around the house. The closet in the master bedroom was the biggest closet in the whole house, and one end of it actually turned a corner and terminated under the bottom of the staircase to the upstairs apartment. And there, I found the mother load. They were still hiding presents, because my sister was 5 years younger than me, and she still had the faith.
 
Lara said:
I wasn't at all disappointed nor were they because it was about time for me to know. I just remember appreciating that they did all that for me for years.
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The reason I got into the Santa act as an adult was because I appreciated Santa showing up one Christmas Eve and talking to me briefly. Today, I believe it was my Uncle Andy, but even as an adult my parents were still insisting it was the real Santa, but I'm sure it was Uncle Andy. Well, pretty sure.

Someone mentioned being terrified by their visit from Santa who was wearing an old plastic face mask. During his visit to my house, Santa had a face mask too. It was one of those old ones made of some kind of stiffened cloth, and his voice was actually muffled a bit by the mask. I did wonder why Santa would wear a mask. It seemed so strange. Why would Santa want to hide his identity? But I didn't puzzle about it for long. He was Santa, and if he wanted to wear a mask, who was I to complain?
 

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