I don't remember.... I know that all my friends and i would talk about how he wasnt real, and then one day my mommy just told me. I was probably 9 or 10
it was when i was 8
my dad wrote me back
u know how u use to write the little letter and leave the cookies and milk well
my dad wrote me back
my sister was the one who told me
because my dad makes his "A" really funny and that is how we noticed it
i was so mad
im here for everybody but i will only tell you the truth
I don't remember when I found out. I want to say 6 7 8, but then I realize I was in 1st 2nd and 3rd grade then. And even though it may seem like it was a long time ago, looking back on how I felt, I don't think I did.
I do remember believing in him. I remember the magic I felt, and how loved and special I felt because some random man that I didn't even know cared about me enough to bring me presents, and he always brought them, no matter how horrible of a child I may have been that year. That also made me feel like there was nothing in the world I could do to make this man not love me.
Now I realize that Jesus is this man..
But when I was a kid the excitement and the magic that I felt is nothing like the excitement that I feel today. Even though I am excited about leaving for Cali. this year for Christmas, a part of me still doesn't want it to come. A part of me still doesn't feel like it is Christmas. I miss those memories of my childhood, when I wasn't so stressed out with school, family and activities. I miss having something to actually look forward to.. Sure, even after I found out he wasn't real I was excited, but as the years have gone by this spirit in me has slowly left. Now Christmas is more of a habbit than anything really.
I am thankful however that my parents told me he did exist. I am SO thankful that I had the chance to feel the magic and the excitement as I once did. I wouldn't trade those memories for anything.
Won't you go away
and leave me till the time of dying days
stand here by my side
and watch the river flood and pass us by
I was 9. I was at my dad's and santa went to my mom's and that was when I knew he wasn't real. He would of come to the house I was at if he was real...so I stopped believeing but I play it on for the young kids in my family
I love Luke Schenscher! I miss David Greene! *Go Georgia Tech*
2-10-05~is a day that will forever live on in history as the day I saw, met and Ryan Cabrera gave me a high 5! The show was great and Ryan is the funniest man alive! I love u, Mr. Cabrera!
Heatherhobbit said this in post #1 : How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa?
I never really stopped believing in him.
I was in 2nd grade before I found out (some mean kids were teasing me and my friends who were believers..) so I asked my Mom when I got home.
She said, she was going to tell me when I got older, she didn't want to spoil it for me. She said those kids who teased us were the naughty ones who received coal in their stockings and who's parents were not keeping the Santa tradition.
She told me about the history of the man they called "St. Nick" and the legend of Santa. She said although Santa is not around anymore, he left us his legacy to fulfill and to believe in the Spirit of Santa. Mom told me I have to pass on the spirit of Santa to my kids and to other kids. It is what St. Nicholas "Santa" would have wanted.
So, I was happy my parents played Santa for me and my siblings. When I found out it was not an actual Santa riding reindeers and coming down the chimney, I was not upset because I had parents who believed in the spirit of Santa Claus and that was fine by me
oh cute story. I remember watching a movie about st.nick in church!
I love Luke Schenscher! I miss David Greene! *Go Georgia Tech*
2-10-05~is a day that will forever live on in history as the day I saw, met and Ryan Cabrera gave me a high 5! The show was great and Ryan is the funniest man alive! I love u, Mr. Cabrera!
11-27-2004 06:55 AM
