Do you remember if it was tramatic when someone told you?
2006-12-05 23:26:49 · 19 answers · asked by Claire 5 in Society & Culture ➔ Holidays ➔ Christmas
Why do you have to stop believing.......Santa is a feeling...a memory.....that lives in your heart.
Why do we have to lose that innocence just because we grow up? I love reliving the image of santa through my grandsons eyes.....and he will be taught just as my children were.....that Santa lives in your heart..
Merry Christmas !!!!!
2006-12-06 01:45:02 · answer #1 · answered by lisa46151 5 · 0⤊ 1⤋
When I was little (don't remember the exact age) - my sister pulled the fake beard off my grandfather who was dressed as Santa one Christmas Day. At the time, I suspected something (Santa sure did sound a lot like my grandfather!) - but I didn't want to know for sure. I was more upset with my sister ruining the whole "tradition" than I was finding out the truth about Santa.
2006-12-06 02:37:49 · answer #2 · answered by rgdet 5 · 0⤊ 1⤋
I remember wanting to believe in Santa Clause and my father always reminding me there was NOT a Santa as he wanted to be credited for everything at any cost. I remember crying over it when I was very young as my Mother would tell me there was a Santa and him telling me there was not a Santa.
2006-12-05 23:35:04 · answer #3 · answered by ▒♥▒♥▒♥▒♥▒™ 5 · 0⤊ 1⤋
If you believe in the true meaning of Christmas you never stop believing. THERE WAS a Saint Nicholas at one time. Anyway it is a great way to have fun with younger siblings. My parents informed me when I was little although I still believe in him as a good pure example for younger children to learn that there is still unconditional, love, hope, joy, and peace in the world even it is a person who died a very long time ago.
2006-12-05 23:38:11 · answer #4 · answered by jackrab 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋
I stopped believing when I woke up in the middle of the night and there was old Santa under the Christmas tree on top of my mother. I pulled him off and found out it was my uncle.
2006-12-05 23:30:10 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋
Funny story....My dad was playing Santa Claus one year for our town (he had the build of Santa Claus then). I asked my mom if I could go sit on Santa's lap and she obliged. It freaked me out, but my dad started talking and I pulled his hat off. I knew right away that it was dad. It wasn't traumatic because I had a sense that their wasnt' a real Santa Claus that flew from house to house all over the world on Christmas Eve.
2006-12-05 23:30:04 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋
the only trauma is that i wasnt allowed that fantasy... from day one i knew he was just a myth... thats the beauty of being a young black south african... You can play around with the fantasy, but dont expect a gift under the tree (if there is a tree)... you know you have to be good... and that mom and dad wake up every morning to go work so they can at least afforda christmas meal. and that is all you need to be thankful. the only gift you get is on your birthday...and christmas clothes to start the year off with no hassle...
2006-12-05 23:32:06 · answer #7 · answered by Reb Da Rebel 6 · 0⤊ 1⤋
I never believed in him. I mean, how naive would someone be to belive in Santa Claus.
2006-12-05 23:31:03 · answer #8 · answered by Beeswax 4 · 0⤊ 1⤋
somewhere around age 5 that was the age i surprized "santa" but i still belive in santa and christmas spirit
2006-12-05 23:36:28 · answer #9 · answered by KATEgRA 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋
I was bummed out when I saw my big sister putting gifts under the tree. I think I was about 8 years old.
2006-12-05 23:29:12 · answer #10 · answered by kayjay 4 · 0⤊ 1⤋