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.
 
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