I am 7 1/2 years older than my brother and he is 6 1/2 years older than my sister (I was 2 weeks shy of 14 when she was born). So, I always had a great old time in cahoots with my parents about what Santa was bringing them. It was FUN! When my sister was about 8, my Mom told us that Santa would not be coming to see her that year. My brother told her she was un-American.Exactly.
From the time he was about 5, he always knew exactly what Santa was bringing him, where it was all hidden in the house, and had played with most of it before Christmas.
Ha! My parents told us they had Santa access two ways - one via the store Santas (who reported back to Santa - we figured out they had fake beards pretty quickly) and the other was the phone number all parents get when they have kids so they can call Santa and update him. As we got older our parents gave us one digit of the number each year.
Whats the address:I have my kids email Santa ... to an email account I made up. So Santa emails them back.
[email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], or [email protected]
Good idea, i'll tell the wife.
Yeah, my parents tried that on us, too. They told us that when they bought stuff for us, or when they made stuff (like my Mom making clothes, etc.), that they were "helping" Santa because he was so busy and he had asked them to do this to help him out. We lived in a mobile home when I was a real little kid and I had a really hard time getting through the "Santa coming down the chimney" idea. My Dad finally told me that Santa knocked on the door when you didn't have a chimney and Daddys were the only ones who could hear him knocking...and he would just get up and let Santa in! Well, there was stuff from Santa under the tree on Christmas morning, so I stuck with that story for a few years.
Whats the address:
[email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], or [email protected]
Good idea, i'll tell the wife.
I think it was like [email protected] ... I'll have to check when I get home...every single variation of Old Saint Nick, Kris Kringle, Santa Clause, BigFatBas InARedSuit weren't available, so I had to get creative.
Growing up Christmas was always about going to church and celebrating the birth of Jesus.
And I never bought into the whole "Pancho Clause" story.
Oh, a good explaination for Santa's gifts being wrapped in the same paper mommy has in the big box under her bed:
My daughter actually made this observation when she was like 5, so I told her that Santa must have run out and found mine under the bed. So Christmas Eve the following year, she told me very seriously that we should put out our box of gift wrap and tape and stuff next to the cookies & milk so Santa wouldn't have to go digging under my bed....because digging under my bed was a no-no.
Oh, a good explaination for Santa's gifts being wrapped in the same paper mommy has in the big box under her bed:
My daughter actually made this observation when she was like 5, so I told her that Santa must have run out and found mine under the bed. So Christmas Eve the following year, she told me very seriously that we should put out our box of gift wrap and tape and stuff next to the cookies & milk so Santa wouldn't have to go digging under my bed....because digging under my bed was a no-no.
In order to make it more Jesus-oriented, our church had a birthday party for Jesus every year. Everyone bought a birthday present for Jesus, that was given to charity, and we made religious themed ornaments and heard the Christmas story. That was cool.
I like the way my wife does it. No paper, we lay all the present out of their boxes and ready to play, hence hating doing the half drunk in the middle of the night. So when she wakes everything is layed out.Oh, a good explaination for Santa's gifts being wrapped in the same paper mommy has in the big box under her bed:
My daughter actually made this observation when she was like 5, so I told her that Santa must have run out and found mine under the bed. So Christmas Eve the following year, she told me very seriously that we should put out our box of gift wrap and tape and stuff next to the cookies & milk so Santa wouldn't have to go digging under my bed....because digging under my bed was a no-no.
We buy 2 types of wrapping paper. The one that we use and the one that Santa uses and we wrap all the santa presents with it and put them in the attic.
On xmas eve, when the kids go to sleep, I go up there and get them.
I usually leave the big gift unwrapped/setup/put together or whatever...and wrap the smaller things. Before Christmas Eve.
I grew up in the South, and it was family tradition to open gifts on Christmas Eve. So, we wrapped our gifts to each other and they went under the tree. On Christmas Eve, after dinner, we opened those gifts and they weren't under the tree anymore. Santa came after that, after we went to bed, and what he brought was not wrapped, it was like he just pulled it out of his pack and put it under the tree. And it was there on Christmas morning. So, there was always a distinction between the gifts that were from our parents (like clothes and stuff) and what was from Santa.
Just seeing that so many on here, actually do let there kids believe, and arent being like drunk JCrod and spoil the fun.
Your kids will get made fun of at school for worse stuff than believeing in santa clause jack, and thats part of being a kid anyways, getting over what others think of you.
I stopped knowing there wasn't one at 11, i asked for one of those big train sets with the stryofoam mountains and what not, and i accidentally walked into the garage to see my dad to tell him dinner was ready, and he was standing there with my uncle (his brother) and they were playing with it
Of course i acted unbelievably suprised christmas morning.
I still get a couple gifts from Santa.
Its a way of staying young at heart, and having fun.
What the , you live once, why not enjoy it instead of being an ACLU humbug.
My kids don't believe in it. I think they kinda figured it out because we are never home for Christmas. But they still get presents from him.
For Easter, I would write four clues for them to find their candy. About 4 years ago, my oldest wanted to know why the Easter Bunny and I had the same handwriting. I told him that since EB has big paws he can't hold a pencil and I had to help him. I don't think he bought it, though.
EH? Where did I say don't go along and spoil the fun Slim.
I enjoy seeing my daughters face in the morning. Granted I don't like putting Santa's toys together, because basically that's the one time during the yr her family gets togther and we usually get plastered with wine and drinks. But I would rather tell her them some mean little punk at school and have her come crying.
What the heck does the ACLU have to do with being a humbug?Just seeing that so many on here, actually do let there kids believe, and arent being like drunk JCrod and spoil the fun.
Your kids will get made fun of at school for worse stuff than believeing in santa clause jack, and thats part of being a kid anyways, getting over what others think of you.
I stopped knowing there wasn't one at 11, i asked for one of those big train sets with the stryofoam mountains and what not, and i accidentally walked into the garage to see my dad to tell him dinner was ready, and he was standing there with my uncle (his brother) and they were playing with it
Of course i acted unbelievably suprised christmas morning.
I still get a couple gifts from Santa.
Its a way of staying young at heart, and having fun.
What the , you live once, why not enjoy it instead of being an ACLU humbug.
Does everything have to be political? I sure as didn't need the ACLU to tell me there is no Santa Clause.
Now, I know why you were so hesitant to speak to me at the GTG.
You must think I'm a liberal nut-job.
But that is just me. I will now STFU and leave things like this to the political forum.
I think I was in a rush that time, cuz I would usually write them with my left hand.
I figured out Santa Claus wasn't real when I was 7. I was 90 percent sure of it, but I still held out some hope that he could be real.
The following year in September my grandma died (I lived with my grandparents since I was born). After my grandma passed, obviously nothing was the same at our house, especially that next Christmas. My grandpa was extremely lonely and my sister and I were, of course, very sad because we had lost our mother figure.
My grandpa did his best and he put out our presents under the tree for Christmas morning as usual. About 3 hours after we had woke up, he came up to me and handed me a box (unwrapped) with some model plastic horses that I wanted from Santa. He said, "Sorry, I think Santa forgot to put these under the tree."
I laid down on the ground and started crying .. mainly because I missed my grandma, but also because I had lost all hope that Santa was real.
So, in my opinion, if your daughter believes, try to help her believe for as long as you can.
Growing up sucks sometimes.
Young timvp used Santa to his advantage. After opening all my presents one Christmas, I told my parents I wanted a remote controlled car. Why? Because they hadn't gotten me anything, Santa did.
True story.
P.S.
Oh and I got it.
Sweet!Young timvp used Santa to his advantage. After opening all my presents one Christmas, I told my parents I wanted a remote controlled car. Why? Because they hadn't gotten me anything, Santa did.
True story.
P.S.
Oh and I got it.
They are humbugs.What the heck does the ACLU have to do with being a humbug?
Does everything have to be political?
No christmas trees.
If you utter christmas you offend everyone.
Winter holiday, no more christmas break.
The PC makes me sick.
Wow, touching story Kori, and you are right, Growing up does blow, and the reality after you grow up blows as well, right on.I figured out Santa Claus wasn't real when I was 7. I was 90 percent sure of it, but I still held out some hope that he could be real.
The following year in September my grandma died (I lived with my grandparents since I was born). After my grandma passed, obviously nothing was the same at our house, especially that next Christmas. My grandpa was extremely lonely and my sister and I were, of course, very sad because we had lost our mother figure.
My grandpa did his best and he put out our presents under the tree for Christmas morning as usual. About 3 hours after we had woke up, he came up to me and handed me a box (unwrapped) with some model plastic horses that I wanted from Santa. He said, "Sorry, I think Santa forgot to put these under the tree."
I laid down on the ground and started crying .. mainly because I missed my grandma, but also because I had lost all hope that Santa was real.
So, in my opinion, if your daughter believes, try to help her believe for as long as you can.
Growing up sucks sometimes.
Such a beautifull story then I read this.
Young timvp used Santa to his advantage. After opening all my presents one Christmas, I told my parents I wanted a remote controlled car. Why? Because they hadn't gotten me anything, Santa did.
True story.
P.S.
Oh and I got it.
You are one Ruth mfer Timvp.
I have never believed in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy or even Columbus...but i'm still not sure about Toledo.
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