Drugsgear
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With all these decorations starting even earlier this year than before around the globe, I have a question: do you remember how old you were when you stopped believing in Santa Claus? And why? Did you see some actor getting dressed up? Or did your parents tell you?
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We told our daughter at 10 and she was mad that we didn't keep it going. We explained kids at school would tell her and felt it would be best to tell her before that happened.
That said we decorated two days ago. Yeah early but it's been a shit year so a little early Joy is a ok with me.
My stepdaughter told our son, and I was a bit upset about that. She's much much older.
He was devastated. So I completely understand from her perspective. Kids should act like kids for as long as they possibly can..
My son was 5 when his grandma told him (wife’s side). She a jehovah witness.
I was pissed.
My stepdaughter told our son, and I was a bit upset about that. She's much much older.
He was devastated. So I completely understand from her perspective. Kids should act like kids for as long as they possibly can..
My granddaughter told me this year that I was santa claus
Well I was in the third grade. My family was at my great grandpa’s house. Back then we had the talk around community phone. You could get on the phone at any time and listen to other people’s conversation. Well my cousin and I heard the phone ring. We saw my mom pick it up. So we ran to the bedroom and quietly picked up the receiver. We heard my mom tell my 2 uncles to put the gifts in certain spots. We spent the night at my other grandparents house. Next morning we went home and my mom said, I wonder what Santa left for you guys? I didn’t say anything to my younger brother and sister. But then I knew that there wasn’t a Santa. But hey, my mom worked her ass off. Single parent. My dad never helped out until I was about 17-18. Oh well. Shit happens
This is an interesting topic, the wife and I were just having it just the other day.
Oh my, I had to be about 9 when it was officially confirmed that Santa was in fact my parents.
I stumbled across some gifts, because I didn't know how to mind my own business, and I was poking around where I didn't belong. Christmas was always magical, I would even have a decent sized little tree in my bedroom next to my bed and I would fall asleep staring at the lights. To be young again, like most parents in the world, mine did a great job at protecting us from the ugliness of the world by allowing us to have the one single opportunity with just being a child and that was our only job.
We told our daughter at 10 and she was mad that we didn't keep it going. We explained kids at school would tell her and felt it would be best to tell her before that happened.
That said we decorated two days ago. Yeah early but it's been a shit year so a little early Joy is a ok with me.
Santa is real. Fuck anyone who says otherwise.
I’m 40 years old with 5 kids of my own and my dad still won’t admit that there’s no Santa. Gotta give him props for sticking to his story all these years…
I found out when I was around 10 and listening to the radio and a DJ was talking about it.
yeah, being a child, believing in miracles, being protected by our parents - this is the time we start treasuring only when we grow up.
I hate how life has changed. I grew up with a sister and a big family. Every year Christmas was at our grandparents where I had 3 aunts and 6 uncles. They had a small house where we all squeezed in and had a big dinner and lots of deserts. "Santa" would stop by, grandpa's friend. Then we would open gifts and while we played with our new toys the adults would play poker.
These were truly some of the best years of my life. Grandparents have passed and everyone has gone their own way. I could only wish our daughter would be able to experience this but she never will and it really sux. Times cha ge I guess and so do people's values. People disappoint me and I'm having a hell of a time dealing with that fact. Sux.
Couldn’t you carry on the tradition?
I hate how life has changed. I grew up with a sister and a big family. Every year Christmas was at our grandparents where I had 3 aunts and 6 uncles. They had a small house where we all squeezed in and had a big dinner and lots of deserts. "Santa" would stop by, grandpa's friend. Then we would open gifts and while we played with our new toys the adults would play poker.
These were truly some of the best years of my life. Grandparents have passed and everyone has gone their own way. I could only wish our daughter would be able to experience this but she never will and it really sux. Times cha ge I guess and so do people's values. People disappoint me and I'm having a hell of a time dealing with that fact. Sux.
Question?
When or at what age do you stop exchanging gifts or giving to nephews or nieces??
Any cut offs?
I didn’t even know there was such a thing called Santa until I started grade school. No Santa ever came to my house when I was a kid so it was never even an issue whether he was real or not. I guess for me he never existed in the first place. I do remember the other kids all laughing at me because I didn’t think he was real. Well guess who got the last laugh when they finally found out the truth. Haha
That is very true, it is not until we are adults that we learned to appreciate what our parents were doing for us. As kids we were just too busy and in a rush to grow up all the while adults were telling us to slow down and enjoy the ride.
I hate how life has changed. I grew up with a sister and a big family. Every year Christmas was at our grandparents where I had 3 aunts and 6 uncles. They had a small house where we all squeezed in and had a big dinner and lots of deserts. "Santa" would stop by, grandpa's friend. Then we would open gifts and while we played with our new toys the adults would play poker.
These were truly some of the best years of my life. Grandparents have passed and everyone has gone their own way. I could only wish our daughter would be able to experience this but she never will and it really sux. Times cha ge I guess and so do people's values. People disappoint me and I'm having a hell of a time dealing with that fact. Sux.