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I think I was probably about 9 years old when I figured out Santa wasn't real. I'm not sure when or how I realized it, but I do remember feeling sad.

I’m not sure if it is funny, but my sister would always secretly unwrap her gifts under the tree, and then wrap them back the way they were. One year she told me to look at mine or she would tell my parents that I had. So I did. On Christmas morning when I opened the package, it wasn’t the same gift and there was a note from my Grandma saying that she was disappointed in me because I had looked, and she had replaced the gift. I was heart broken,,, but then my parents and sister broke out laughing! My sister pulled a prank!!!!  I did get the original gift that I loved so much.

Please share your stories~!



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      Jacquie6363 wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • Gosh, so long ago, mom taught us from wee ones, we didn’t/don’t celebrate, but we do acknowledge the birth



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      Inakika wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • I was about 8 years old and my mom was hospitalized during the holidays. My grandmother flew to Chicago from Florida to take care of my brother and I, so the two of us had to decorate the house for Christmas.
      Christmas Eve, my grandmother took me outside to my moms’ car and opened the trunk. Inside, there were all of the gifts that I had asked Santa for! Huh?ohhhh My grandmother then confided in me a horrible secret: There really is no Santa and you and I are going to have to play Santa for my little brother. At that moment I felt sad but all grown up, I was in on the secret!
      When my brother Eric got up Christmas morning, excited by all the gifts Santa brought, I couldn’t help but think to myself that he was just a kid and I knew better.
      And I kept that secret from Eric until he finally learned on his own years later. estatic



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      Cynthia Schmidt wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • I don’t remember how old I was but I did get in trouble for telling a neighbor child before her parents were ready for her to know. I was just excited about it and told her after my parents told me. Her mom was so mad! She sent me home.



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      Inakika wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • Ooo, Cynthia, I did that with my cousins. I was a teen-ager and I thought kids believing in Santa was silly, so I told my Aunts kids the truth! Boy was she pissed off at me!!



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      Mz. Queen wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • I don’t remember.

      But I never discourage anyone else’s belief now or then.

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      Carol Smith wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • What?  Santa isn’t real?  Oh no!!!!!



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      Jacquie6363 wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • Cynthia/Ingrid, blabber mouths....LOL



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      Fxydiva wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • WoW!!  I guess I must’ve believed in Santa Claus until I was about 10.  It was Christmas Eve night and my mom, not thinking, told me to go and bring her house shoes which were in the closet in her bedroom.  She forgot that is where my dad had hid my 10 speed bike!!  By the time he realized she had sent me to my most requested Christmas gift, it was too late!!  They tried calling my name,but it was too late!!  I was already standing there, shocked.  Of course I HAD to go out and ride that bike right then and there!!  I kinda had my suspicions since I was 8, but just not real sure!!  LOL!!  My 11 year old probably will always believe because he has a mental disability, but I’ll never take that from him!!  He freaks a lil bit when I tell him Santa is watching him!!  LOL



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      Darla5 wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • I was about eight and at my Grandparent’s house. Tons of family there and we heard the bells ringing outside and  we knew Santa just landed. All of us kids were jumping up and down.  Santa came in and started talking to me and  I noticed his wing tip shoes, they were just like my Dad’s. So...I started going all around the house looking for my Dad and he was NOWHERE to be found... I went and told my brother and he looked for Dad also. We figured it out when Dad was back in the crowd after Santa left.  Dang IT!!!



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      Sandy Ochoa-West wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • Santa isn’t real??? Then 49!!! LOL.



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      Feathermaye wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • I think I was 7 or 8, but don’t remember how I learned the truth.

      It had always been a big deal for me to leave a note (foreshadows of blogging?? LOL) for Santa or the Tooth Fairy or whatever, so when I left a note that year I revealed (in the note) that I knew it was my mom and dad doing all the giving. I also assured them that I wouldn’t tell my little brother.

      The way I figured, the longer I allowed him to believe, the better chances I’d keep getting the Santa presents, too. ;)



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      Yana Berlin wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • I grew up in the Soviet Union, no one was allowed to practice any kind of religion, so Santa was called Uncle Cold and he arrived on December 31 at midnight bringing presents.

      Usually it was my dad or one of my uncles was dressed as such and we quickly learned that Uncle Cold was one of our relatives, but that didn’t stop anyone of us from expecting him every year.

      Even now so many years later, all of my kids expect the same Uncle Cold to appear yearly and deliver their presents, family tradition transitioned.... :)



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      Shopgirl1960 wrote Dec 15, 2008
    • Ooops, “the cat is out of the bag” for Talk2Carol. lol

      Inakika I imagined you standing there looking at the trunk with your eyes wide in disbelief. The word “Hugh?” brought it to life! It cracked me up.

      How interesting Yana to hear about your childhood and how things were different in the Soviet Union.

      I enjoyed reading all of your post... they really made me smile.  

      I hope more will share their stories and beliefs.



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