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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
We never believed in Santa.
My parents never really did that. We always knew our presents came from our parents or grandparents, whatever. I don't think we ever missed out. We had plenty of other family traditions and we still got into Christmas. My sister and I did do our fair share of ruining the Santa myth for other kids though. We enjoyed that.
Re: We never believed in Santa.
I just a friendly gal looking for options.
We did too. The whole milk and cookies thing got me every year. I would tell my older sister, "See he really was here." She would side eye me because she was older, and knew the 411.
I still remember the year that my parents hired "Black Santa" to come to our house, and all of the kids from our block came over. Looking at "Black Santa" now makes me think Dad got him on sale, because he looks like he might have had a few cocktails before he came over.
Memories.
James Charlevois ruined Santa for me in 3rd grade, when I was about to turn 8. I cried all that day at school and all the way home. It was awful. He made fun of me for still believing, too. I was 7! Of course I still believed!
No one's ruined it for Bacon yet, and I hope it stays that way, especially since this is the first year she really seems to "get" Christmas. And she knows the presents from relatives are from relatives, and she gets stocking stuffers from us, so it's not like Santa's the ONLY one bringing stuff.
biitchy 1st grade teacher told me.
I didn't fuuking ask, she just decided to tell me.