A holiday question
Happy holidays!
After a series of winter tire related mishaps and a treacherous icy night drive through the mountains, I have made it back to my small hometown. It is in the middle of a cold snap, so I’ve had no excuse not to sleep in and spend copious amounts of time baking Christmas goodies. I think I may have dough permanently embedded under my fingernails, and powder over all my pants.
This time of year always brings about the nostalgia for me, whether for Christmas routines (our annual tree hunting excursion), favourite toys (does anyone else remember Yawnies?) or vicious tobogganing accidents.
However, the particular question I want to hear from you about is that big step from childhood naivete to adult skepticism– how did you find out there wasn’t a Santa Claus?
(you can find my story here!)
December 22nd, 2008 at 2:15 am
Wait, what? What do you mean there is no Santa?!?!
I don’t remember how I found out there was no Santa, must have been traumatizing and I blocked it out.
December 22nd, 2008 at 12:50 pm
I think I finally got tired of everyone in elementary school laughing at me for believing in Santa. I also recalled a few times as a young one that I really, truly, accidentally happened upon some presents my parents were hiding. There comes an age where it all clicks together. I do believe that Santa is a spirit (not a ghost,) but the holiday spirit, joy and etc. Anyone can be Santa! They just have to want to be
Glad you made it home safely!
December 22nd, 2008 at 2:27 pm
Blah! My stupid fourth grade teacher, Mr. Fisher, told the class how he makes “reindeer prints” in the snow to fool his young children into believing in Santa. BASTARD! You ruined my childhood!
December 22nd, 2008 at 4:43 pm
urgh, this pisses me off because I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF FINDING OUT THERE’S NO SANTA.
grr. must ask my mom on christmas about this.