I became skeptical around 6 but I wasnt positive until about 8 or 9.
I became skeptical around 6 but I wasnt positive until about 8 or 9.
shun the non-believers...shunununununun!
on my bus home form school in 4th grade i was talking to my friend about how the easter bunny and the tooth fairy were fake and he begins to rant about how fake Santa is , i agree with him , but die a little inside :(
Goober wrote:
When did you first start doubting Santa's existence?
wait...what?
About 10. I found out when I was 11. Christmas hasn't been the same since.
IMO, Santa was an absolutely brilliant idea/invention.
i was in 3rd grade. sad day indeed. my 6yr old son has been asking lots of questions. another sad day.
anyway, merry christmas to all.
after watching bad santa.
I was 20, and very drunk, and had just broken up with a fetching elf named Sara. And I thought "Why?" "Why am I here?" "Am I really here at all?"
I then decided to poison little Bobby Johnston in Texas that Christmas. Then I felt much more secure. I now know I am, as ham is ham.
OK, here's a cute ( I think so anyway ) story about my 2 kids, now 40 and 38. 34 years ago I was sitting at the kitchen table one morning just before Christmas with my son, when he was 6 years old. His 4 year old sister was not there. He looked at me kind of intently, and announced, " You are Santa Claus, aren't you ?" To which I replied, " Yes, I am, but don't tell your sister !"
Why would I doubt Santa's existence?
My parents never said anything about Santa giving the presents. There were just presents under the tree on the 25th.
A funny story involving my two daughters (10 & 17). We were out to dinner with my oldest's best friend, and her BF's boyfirend.
The BF's boy friend says, "I've never been so disappointed in all my life. It was like when I found out Santa Claus wasn't real."
I immediately gave him the high sign that my youngest daughter still believed in Santa Claus. I figured we'd covered it up smoothly enough until we got in the car and my youngest asked if I really thought she still believed in Santa Claus. I was aghast that she'd lost the belief and asked her why she hadn't said anything. She said that it still a good deal and didn't want to mess it up.
So my youngest and I decided to turn it around on my oldest daughter's BF's boyfriend (they had driven in a separate car).
When we got back to the house, I had my youngest sit on the couch with a stuffed Santa Claus acting all depressed. The teenagers came home to see my youngest in an apparent funk. I told my oldest that her friend's comments about Santa not being real had devastated her. The teenage boy was almost in tears thinking he had ruined some 10 year old's belief in Santa Claus. Good times.
like 6...when I realized the infeasibility of it....and the fact that it didn't make sense that santa dropped of presents at my grandparents' houses too
I think it was when the implausibility of traveling to several hundred million houses across the world, landing on them, jumping down their respective chimney or breaking in through their doors, going through a massive bag to doll out department store gifts -- all in the matter of a few hours -- began to dawn on me.
when my mom finally answered me yes when i asked if her and my dad were Santa
He does have time zones to work with luckily though.
pre841 wrote:
A funny story involving my two daughters (10 & 17). We were out to dinner with my oldest's best friend, and her BF's boyfirend.
The BF's boy friend says, "I've never been so disappointed in all my life. It was like when I found out Santa Claus wasn't real."
I immediately gave him the high sign that my youngest daughter still believed in Santa Claus. I figured we'd covered it up smoothly enough until we got in the car and my youngest asked if I really thought she still believed in Santa Claus. I was aghast that she'd lost the belief and asked her why she hadn't said anything. She said that it still a good deal and didn't want to mess it up.
So my youngest and I decided to turn it around on my oldest daughter's BF's boyfriend (they had driven in a separate car).
When we got back to the house, I had my youngest sit on the couch with a stuffed Santa Claus acting all depressed. The teenagers came home to see my youngest in an apparent funk. I told my oldest that her friend's comments about Santa not being real had devastated her. The teenage boy was almost in tears thinking he had ruined some 10 year old's belief in Santa Claus. Good times.
Not funny. That's actually kind of mean.
Santa is alive and well, currently in Uganda making his way westward.
http://www.noradsanta.org/en/home.html
taxpayers money well spent .
When my older brother chirped a few months before I turned six. I subsequently blabbed to the entire kindergarten class and turmoil ensued. Some upset parents contacted the teacher and she in turn talked to my parents.
But I still go through life with blissful idealism. Lance is clean, right?