2007-12-16 09:53:55 · 4 answers · asked by blahhhh. 2 in Society & Culture ➔ Holidays ➔ Other - Holidays
I always remember being so excited at Christmas time. The expectation of a visit from Santa was almost more than my little heart could bear. He never failed to deliver. I loved that magical time and would not trade those happy memories for anything. Now those happy memories are created for my daughter. Christmas in the eyes of a child.......there is just nothing more precious than that!
2007-12-16 10:12:30 · answer #1 · answered by Candace A 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Ah, there's a definite assumption in that question.
Santa Claus was the first issue where I realised my parents were capable of lying to me. That was seriously unsettling.
Then I started gnawing away, at about the age of eight, at the question "If you can't trust your parents, who can you trust?"
Epistemology, even though it was many years before I discovered the word.
Sorry. I may have grown up with an atypical brain.
In fact, that's one of the things I'm fairly sure about.
2007-12-16 10:01:49 · answer #2 · answered by Pedestal 42 7 · 0⤊ 1⤋
when i was 11 years old i had given up on the belief.... some one suggested i write a letter from where no one could see me write it and mail it from a secure location.....so i did.... on 12-24-79 on my door step showed up a soccer ball..... i knew at this point that Santa was alive and kicking... and still is to this day...... so that made me happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2007-12-16 10:05:57 · answer #3 · answered by link00777rl 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
cause when he came down the chimney i took out a bat and took all the presents and sent him away i didnt hit him
2007-12-16 10:00:13 · answer #4 · answered by Pete the killa 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋