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Monday, December 11, 2006

Three Hundred and Sixty Eighth Question

How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa?
How did you find out he wasn't real?

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  • At 9:58 AM, Blogger Cookie said…

    I don't remember when I stopped believing in Santa or if I ever did, but I distinctly remember being hte kid in kindergarten who informed all the other kids that he wasn't real.

  • At 11:44 AM, Blogger ThisGuy said…

    I am pretty sure I was about 5 or 6. I know that I was playing hide and seek in the house with a friend, hopped in moms closet and found a bunch of toys. Then it hit me, mom and dad are Santa!

  • At 12:04 PM, Blogger Flea's Thoughts said…

    Wait a minute now....Santa exists, I believe and get presents every year :) I got told that if I stopped believing in Santa he would quit visiting (I am pretty sure I was about 8 at the time)!!!

  • At 12:31 PM, Blogger Mind Sprite said…

    I was 9. My dad sat me down a week before Christmas and handed me a book explaining that Santa didn't exist and that the holiday was really about Jesus.

    My mom was PISSED and I've never really forgiven him for that.

  • At 12:53 PM, Blogger Sariah said…

    I think I was about 7 or 8. My younger brother (he's only a year younger) had found out, so he told me. On my birthday. Which is Christmas Eve. I went into the kitchen where my mom was talking to my dad and asked if what my brother had said was true. My parents kind of looked at each other, and I knew. Then they confirmed what my brother had said. I was broken hearted. Way to ruin my birthday AND Christmas!!

  • At 2:31 PM, Blogger danielle said…

    not sure of the exact age, but at some point i started having doubts. then i went through a lot of trouble for a few years, trying to "catch" santa. i even conducted handwriting experiments to see if santa wrote like my dad. it probably took 2 or 3 years, but i finally stayed up late one night and heard the rustling of shopping bags downstairs. when i peered out of my room i saw my mom stuffing stockings from a macy's bag.

  • At 4:22 PM, Blogger Mr. Incredulous said…

    I never believed in Santa as a kid. My rational mind just wouldn't allow me to believe.
    Now, as an adult, in an indirect way, I DO believe in Santa Claus. I've seen some amazing people do some incredibly unselfish and loving things this time of year which restores my faith in the spirit of a jolly old man bringing gifts and good tidings to the lowly and the downtrodden.
    My wife and I teach our children about St. Nicholas and explain that spirit is what we can carry with us to help make this time of year magical.

  • At 5:10 PM, Blogger bjk said…

    Is this one of those conspiracy theory blogs......

    Santa is REAL.....stop the lies!

  • At 3:30 AM, Blogger Fletch said…

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  • At 3:34 AM, Blogger Fletch said…

    FFS! I hate this, it's the same thing every f**king year!

    Father Christmas is real!

    Proof? OK... First hand accounts from those who are in contact with Father Christmas are available. Of course these could have been made up by those involved, but we should consider the solid reputation of these speakers.

    Rudolph has been quoted as saying: "Of course he exists. Do you think me and the others would whiz round like idiots all night towing a sleigh with nobody in it?" (Rednose, 1975, p48).

    Of equally good character is Henry the Elf, who said: "Yeah, I've heard that people say he [Father Christmas] doesn't exist, but in a system of industrialised capitalism there has to be an identifiable owner in charge, otherwise we'd be operating some kind of commie co operative operation, which we're not. Frankly I don't know where our profits go, but we don't see any of them on the shop floor. Somebody's creaming off the takings, and if it ain't Father Christmas I don't know who else it could be." (Elf, 1984, p134)

    On a personal level, my mum taught me not to lie, and so she obviously does not lie herself. I remember her telling me about Father Christmas many times, so I am personally convinced.

    Further support is given when we consider that in modern homes there is no chimney, or existing chimneys have been blocked by gas or electric fires. It follows that whoever delivers presents must be magic, or else how could the presents get into a locked house?

    Now we must consider the main alternative theory, which is that it is your parents who leave out your presents on Christmas Eve.

    But it is clear that it cannot be your parents. My Mum lives eighty miles away, and has arthritis, so the idea that she travels to my house in the middle of the night and climbs up on the roof (for which she would have to bring a ladder, since mine is locked up) and then drops down the chimney to bring my presents seems much more unlikely than the idea that Father Christmas does it with magic at his disposal.

    So stop with the Anti Santa Stuff, right now people! :o)

    Ciao Caio

    [Thanx Suttons :o)]

  • At 9:16 AM, Blogger greeny said…

    I was probably in 6th grade. I was the baby of the family so everyone including my sibs worked to continue my beliefs. I guess I was sorta depressed for several years after finding out.

  • At 11:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Around 5 or 6, I suppose. The whole thing about Santa coming down a chimney, and all that. We didn't have a fireplace, so DUH! What's he gonna do -- come through the furnace in the basement?


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