AA61Hvy From United States of America, joined Nov 1999, 13977 posts, RR: 57
Reply 3, posted (9 years 1 day 15 hours ago) and read 1700 times:
As soon as I walked into a storage closet we had in an old house and saw a bunch of games I wanted. Then I asked my mom who they were for (he response: your cousins). I then unwrapped them on Xmas sure enough same games. Also my mom would write To:Ryan From: ? or To: Ryan From: Santa on a card, but 'Santa's' writing looked exactly like my moms (she had distinct hand writing). Oh well
Jalto27R From United States of America, joined May 2004, 857 posts, RR: 13
Reply 8, posted (9 years 1 day 13 hours ago) and read 1657 times:
I just sorta realized it when I was 7 or 8. But my sister has probably the best story to tell. One year she wrote a letter to santa, and gave it to the postman. She purposely made sure my parents couldn't see it so that she would find out if she really got what she asked for. All the letters "for santa" went to the local high school where the students would write the kids back. My Dad drove over to the school and got the letter from the school so my sister would still believe in him, if just for another year.
Jspitfire From Canada, joined Feb 2005, 308 posts, RR: 2
Reply 12, posted (9 years 1 day 9 hours ago) and read 1616 times:
Quoting Jalto27R (Reply 8): All the letters "for Santa" went to the local high school where the students would write the kids back.
Back in grade 5 or 6 we had to do this for the kindergarten class. My teacher told the whole class that Santa doesn't exist, and there were a few of us that weren't too happy with this. I kind of had a feeling before that, but that did it for me. I don't think she had any right to just tell us straight out like that though...
SFOMEX From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 14, posted (9 years 1 day 8 hours ago) and read 1608 times:
LOL. Here in Mexico (as most Latin countries) we have the tradition of the Three Wise Men or Magi bringing toys to children on the Epiphany (January 6th).
When I was ten years old I was aware that the Magi weren't other than my parents, yet I still was getting presents on that day and I pretended that I still believed on them. One evening, just days before January 6th, I was in a car with my grandmother and an aunt. We were coming back to home after shopping and suddenly, out of the blue, my grandma stared at me and asked me: "you know who the Magi really are, don't you". I was speechless (I was only ten) and I was starting to say something like "they are my parents, I know" when my aunt said to her: "of course he knows, he is not dumb. He knows that they are Melchor, Gaspar and Baltazar (the Spanish names of the Three Wise Men)". My grandma looked at her and didn't insist on getting an answer from me. She saved me of acknowledging in front of my grandmother that my childhood was getting to an end.
Thanks aunt Monica! Now that you are not longer with us, this little story reminds me of how special you were.
BR715-A1-30 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 18, posted (9 years 21 hours ago) and read 1550 times:
I was 8... I just got wise on how some fat dude got into our house when the doors were locked... and if I was able to see him at the freakin mall, how come I had to be asleep when he came to my house. (We didn't have a chimney, and even if we did, I would purposely have closed the flue)
I know, I'm a scrooge.. But when you spend Christmas alone, thats what happens to ya.