Posted on 12/21/2014 8:18:14 PM PST by SeekAndFind
My favorite Christmas was when my oldest son knew there was no Santa .. but the youngest son did not. The oldest one had more fun than most preparing stuff for the youngest.
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I know exactly what you mean. My baby sister was about 8 years younger. I had lots of fun keeping up her belief in Santa and hiding Easter eggs for her to find. ...Many good childhood memories.
I’m well, say 39 for arguments sake.
I still believe in Santa. I have to to keep my sanity.
Christmas is my favorite holiday. It’s the magical feeling. The happiness I get taking a paycheck and buying toys for tots because i don’t have kids or still visiting the nursing home years after my grandfather died because some residents there don’t have family.
The world it seems to me is getting sadder lately, uglier. So for one day if I can make the world a little nicer for someone, to me that is a Christmas miracle. So I will believe in Santa, and all that is wonderful and blessed on this beautiful holiday.
No Santa????? What the heck are they talking about????
Wow...I mean, those of us who actually had a childhood where others were savagely thrust into the bleak and cold world of leftist hatred, We experienced a world of wonder and innocence. It was such a joy for me I could not wait to share the same with my children. I suppose for the left, if they could not kill their children before they were born, killing Santa Claus was the next best thing?
I remember the moment it clicked, realizing that it was Mom and Dad all along who were responsible for creating the silhouettes of those stacks of Christmas presents I was seeing up on the living room drapes. Another thought occurred- That this could be how it happens in everyone else’s house. I went back to bed a changed man and it felt good to know that I hade made the discovery on my own. Suddenly, I was a BIG boy! It changed the world for me, and all because I had to get up to pee...AND I remember holding it as long as I could before risking it, for I didn’t want to have Santa catch me up and around when I was supposed to be sleeping.
Eventually, I got up again and was there to tell my parents all about it. They acknowledged their role but warned me not to tell my younger 3 year-old brother. From then on, I had the trust of my parents to keep their secret safe for the sake of my little brother and a handful of still-believing cousins whose parents were also the “Santa Claus” at their house. I could really see how it worked at Grandma and Grandpa’s and nobody tried to talk me out of it so I correctly assumed that I was on the right track. I was the newest member of a club who knew what the big secret was...How cool!
We did not push Santa with our kids. We always told them that it was family and friends who brought gifts. They believed in Santa anyway.
So....When my daughter was 5 she found gifts in our closet. She stood in the hallway and said, “Mom, you were right! There is no Santa Claus. You have **never** lied to me!”
As the children grew older this became a shared family joke. When we wanted to make a point about a principle that was important, we would say, “Did we lie to you about Santa Claus?”
Please read my post #49.
My four year old daughter learned the “F” word on the kindergarten school bus.
If preserving the innocence of child is important, do NOT NOT NOT send them to a government school or many private schools.
Might need to keep them locked up in house, as well. When the Missus heard our homeschooled son screaming the F word at his dog and inquired where he heard it, he said he read it on a wall they passed on a walk they took together. Phonics is powerful stuff.
I never crushed the idea. Some Jewish kid took it upon herself to tell my daughter there was no Santa Claus. That being said, I can understand being under pressure as to why Santa comes to some houses but not to your house, but if you explain it in a way that causes your kid to go popping other kid’s fantasies, that isn’t good either, am I supposed to question why Elijah gets his own seat at the table and tell my kid Elijah isn’t coming and never will come? That would be stupid.
Anyway, I will never admit I am Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny or the tooth fairy.
” I don’t recall ever believing Santa or the Tooth Fairy were real, certainly not at 7.”
By 7, neither did I. But I’m still hopeful for the Great Pumpkin....
Merry Christmas, y’all!
Yes, me too. I would want every child to have experienced the fun and wonderful family I enjoyed.
I remember driving across America at the age of 12, and my dad would stop every so often to pick up very young soldiers .. just walking along the highway .. trying to get home.
Wow!
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