Skip to comments.Your Thought-Furious At My Son's Teacher
Posted on 12/19/2009 9:12:00 PM PST by joesbucks
Found this on a web site I frequent.
6th grade? They know.
it really isn’t her place, but then again she’s not done anything i would get upset about. you can tell your son, “well, Santa only comes if you believe in him!” and leave it at that. :)
Good reason to homeschool, I guess. Then you can tell them yourself.
6th grade....nah, they already know. No biggie.
You might think about breaking the news about the Tooth Fairy at this time, too. I’m just sayin’.
Um...isn’t the point of getting an education to learn the truth, not lies?
If he didn't already know that Santa is not real, then I'm sure he had strong suspicion of it.
I mean don't you think 11 or 12 is pretty old for a kid to still believe in Santa?
You should be ticked. While a 6th grade class probably has very few kids that believe in Santa, your the parent not the teacher.
That said, the subject must have come up for some reason, so obviously it wasn’t a settled issue for all of the kids.
We never told our children there WAS a Santa - we ALWAYS said he was pretend. Made the aunts and uncles mad.
I don’t know. They still teach anthropogenic global warming, and take great liberties with history.
If your kid still believes in Santa in 6th grade he has more problems than the teacher.
What about Santa Claus? You trying to insinuate that Santa’s not real?
Id be furious also. Even though 6th grade is old enough to know the reality of Santa, he’s part of the spirit of the season and what it stands for thats important. As far as Im concerned she destroyed all that no matter what the age of the students were.
It does seem a little odd, doesn’t it.
My mom told me there was no Santa in 1st grade!!!
“If your kid still believes in Santa in 6th grade he has more problems than the teacher.”
That was mean...Santa will bring you NOTHING this year...
He might as well not exist!
He stopped coming to leave gifts for me when I left my folks home and moved out on my own. And I’ve been REALLY GOOD the last 22 years. If I ever lay eyes on him, I’ll kill him. I swear!! I mean, how rude can a Santa be? I even left him many forwarding address changes.
I swear! I’ll run him over with my semi!!!!
No Santa Claus, eh?
Wait ‘til you find out they’re teaching them to put condoms on cucumbers.
If he’s old enough to question, he’s old enough to know.
Don’t be too upset. The truth is always the best. Plus his friends already told him.
Either this persons son rides the short bus to school, or this person is still riding it.
Other than this one issue, how is she as a teacher?
Because I’d hate to be in her place, and put into a situation like this.
Your choices are -
1. Refuse to answer the question. Which invites more questions.
2. Tell a lie (Santa is real) and then have to explain all the other lies that go along with it.
3. Tell the truth and risk the certain wrath of parents.
Kind of a ‘no-win’ situation, IMHO.
We did the same thing. Really ticked my niece off when my son told her daughter Santa wasn't real though, so I had to threaten my kids with having their presents taken away if they ruined believing in Santa for those kids whose parents did lie to them about it. LOL
She'd question me every Christmas about how Santa was able to get a large present into the house, how did he get it down the chimney when I had the glass doors closed on the fireplace, if he didn't come down the fireplace then how did he get a locked door open?
I eventually expected her to pull out a slide rule and prove to me mathematically why Santa did not and could not exist.
Anyway, don't get to upset about this. It's a good opportunity to discuss the real meaning of Christmas with your son.
I personally wish that Santa would leave me a list of all the naughty people, they seem to have the best parties:)
Sorry, but by the time a student is in the 6th grade, he should know the truth about Santa Claus and the history behind the tradition. Saint Nickolas was a very good man and gave away, secretly, dowries to poor girls in his village. He should be emulated by Christians, just as Saint Nickolas emulated Christ.
I figured it out when I was 7 when my parents inadvertently left the price tag on one of the gifts in the stocking.
I went to my parents and asked, “Santa doesn’t charge for his gifts, does he?”
That’s when they decided to come clean.
“Teaching” about Santa Claus not being real is the reason there are minimum standards testing in some states.
Nah, he's just human. Most of us 'know' Santa doesn't exist, but the thought behind and of him, well, ....that's evident, each year, around this time.
Let kids be kids, they are forced to 'grow up' faster with each advance in technology and ideology.
Merry Christmas mmadi106999 (here's a "/s" for your stocking).
And if Santa knows who’s been naughty and who’s been nice, I’m sure the CIA would love to have a word with him.
6th grade? C’mon, I’d be more worried if a 6th grade teacher was trying to pass Santa off as being real.
Believe me, it could have been worse, she could have said there was no such thing as Jesus. Now that really would be something to get upset about.
My house was on a hill, so we could see the roof and the chimney from the hill. I was eight when I saw the chimney in winter and wondered why they told me that Santa Clause could come down the chimney when it was obvious that I wouldn’t fit in there.
LOL.. I was annoying my mom about my brother trying to make me be bad so Santa wouldn’t come.. She blurted it out in anger. I in turn told the kids at school there was no Santa and they called me a liar. Ah.. the good old days.
They might know. Its really not the teachers place. One of my neices teachers says Jesus ain’t real.
I’m a 44 year old Marine and I still believe.
God was the first Santa, He gave the entire world the most precious gift we could ever receive.
The “real” meaning. I am sure the teacher will say Jesus isn’t real either. They do that these days.
In the Communist countries, they used to ask the children to ask Jesus for candy. And of course no candy would come. Then they would tell the children to ask whoever the leader du jour for candy and it would fall from the ceiling.
by the time they are in 6th grade, they ought to know... i homeschool my kids—they are pretty protected in many ways, and even they knew by 4th grade... that’s when they actually admitted to me that they knew... my youngest—a 9-year old—is still pretending to believe in the tooth fairy only because he wants to keep getting the dollar for each tooth he loses...
One might expect a self proclaimed “LawDoc” to know the difference between “your” and “you’re.” Grammar lends to credibility, like or not, “’doc.”
If a child asks you a straight question, you should give them a straight answer that’s appropriate for their age. Perhaps she could’ve been more tactful, but sixth grade is past time for both parent and child not to have discussed Saint Nicholas, a real person, and how the celebration of his giving gifts to children has endured many centuries in many countries. Your son can feel good about being old enough to know that he can still enjoy the idea of Santa while knowing the truth.
I’m amazed that his classmates haven’t told him a few grades back. When I figured it out in first grade, I was heartbroken that my parents had lied to me. Every person is different on how they receive the news.
Now, I would be in a furious rage if teacher said God wasn’t real, so plan on such things and save yourself some emotional anguish whilst preparing your children for people with beliefs contrary to yours.
I caught onto it when I was 7, too, but there was no single incident..... more just thinking about the impossibility of anyone visiting so many homes in one night. It all really started to bother me.... It just came to seem so implausible, and when I asked the question in a way that really put my parents on the spot, their looks to each other (as in “are we really going to have to lie about this”) gave it away.
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.