I woke up with a bad ear infection when I was seven. My parents were in the living room wrapping presents. They tried to play it off...but I knew what was going on..
What do you mean Santa Claus isnt real?????? OMG ... why hasn't any body ever told me ... no wonder I hadn't gotten any presents from him lately ... I just thought I had been a bad girl the last coupld of years !!!!
I don't remember the exact age but I do remember how it happened.
It was Christmas Eve and I was supposed to be asleep of course. My room was rather close to the kitchen and I could hear my parents speaking in low but audible voices. My father asks my mother: "So what toys did we end up getting him for Christmas?" My mother goes through the long list. I tried not to listen but couldn't resist. Finally I go to sleep and the next morning when opening my gifts I see they match perfectly with my parents conversation from the night before. Even the ones marked "from Santa". I didn't say anything and was happy to get great stuff.
I think it was a gentle way to learn instead of from some nasty kid.
You know, I have never heard of Santa Claus referred to as SATAN Claus until I started to frequent this board over a year ago. I don't want to hear the arguments again. Just some odd stuff floating around here.
If Santa Claus isn't real, then why do you always see him at malls??? There's no denying it, the Jolly Fat Guy does exist. What I think is that, he moves almost at the speed of light, so we really can't see him. If you did see him, he'd kick the stuffing outta ya, until you forget, and leave without giving you presents. At least that's what a lightening fast burglur would do.
I didn't know there was a "Santa Claus"
until i was 8 years old!
but, by then, i was old enough to know
that he wasn't real 'cause i didn't get
any presents...well, none that i asked
for anyway.
LOL ... ofcourse I am ... now I'm just allowed to be bad with E_mc_2.
As for when did I figure out that santa wasn't real.. well its kind of interesting ... when we were little my mom and dad had my brother and I sleep in the same bed on Christmas Eve. And when I was 4 my older brother who was 9 tried to tell me that night that Santa Claus didn't really exist ... I got really mad at him and didn't believe him .. started hitting and kicking and tell him "Santa Claus is tooo real". Well the next year I decided I would be smart and see if I could figure this out, I told the Santa Claus at the mall one set of gifts that I want for Christmas (what I really wanted) and then I told my parents a different list of stuff ... stuff that I didn't want as much. Well you guessed it ... Christmas morning I got the second set of Christmas presents and was broken hearted ... even at 5 I was too smart for my own good.
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