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s/o Santa
Re: s/o Santa
I honestly have no idea.
I'll have to ask my mom.
Embarrassing confession: Watching movies like the Santa Clause and Elf make me want to desperately believe in Santa hard enough to will him into reality. Sad I know. How wonderful would that be? Seriously.
Half my classmates were Jewish from the time I was 5, so I was always hearing that there was no santa. I didn't stop believing until I was 7 or 8, though. I think I just figured it out one day, asked my dad, and he confirmed it. He was willing to have us believe in the santa story, but he wasn't willing to outright lie when confronted like that.
We kept up the subterfuge for my little sister, though, for quite a few more years. Even though I'm only a year and a half older, I really enjoyed helping with the myth.
Somehow the local news was on before church. The reporters showed different Easter bunnies all over the valley, and they were all different colors. This disturbed me, because no one ever said the Easter Bunny had helpers. I thought about it all during church and came to the conclusion that if the Easter Bunny wasn't real, then clearly that meant Santa and the Tooth Fairy weren't real either. (I've always been the logical type.) Naturally, I blurted this new information out in front of all my siblings on the way home from church. Luckily I only ruined it for my 9-year-old sister.
After that, I loved being my mom's Santa helper.
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I was 9. My mom brought our presents in my room and asked me to wrap them and put a label on them that said From Santa. My face looked like:
From then on, I was in charge of wrapping all the presents, including mine.
I don't really remember how I "learned" it. I just remember telling my mom one year that she didn't need to put from Santa on any of my gifts, I knew they were from her. She asked me if I wanted to help her be Santa for my little sis, and I was all over that. As a little nostalgic nod to that Christmas, my mom still gives us each one gift, normally a small trinket, from Santa.
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My mom still does this too, though she still goes all out. We get a gift or two from her and the rest are from Santa and his crew. Mrs. Claus always gives underwear (now in the form of VS gift cards) and we always get something from the elves and the reindeer.
I love that your mom goes all out. My mom has never done more than 1-2 gifts from Santa, with the exception of the year Santa brought us all new bedroom furniture.
I like it too. She even still writes the tags with her left (non-dominant) hand so we won't "recognize" the hand writing.
I don't know when I had the realization but I do remember my mom trying to have this huge heart to heart with me when I was about ten and she used some Jaclyn Smith Christmas movie as an example of Santa living in our hearts. Even at ten I was thinking how ridiculous this conversation was.
ETA: Here's the movie. The Night They Saved Christmas.
I held on to the "Santa" love for a long time. I was 10 or 11 before I got the courage to ask my mom about him. I thought that I if I stopped believing in him he would stop sending me gifts. Ha ha. But I had suspected for a while, it was weird that Santa's handwriting and my mom's handwriting were the same.
....... I got presents from Santa up until College.
No one really told me, when I asked Mom and Dad if he was real, ( around 10) they just asked me what I believed and to stick with it. I still believe in Santa.
My babysitters daughter was my bestfriend. She was 4 years older then me and when she was 8 her parents told her. She got mad, and ran to my house to tell me. My mom flipped because I was only 4. They tried to keep the magic alive for me, by telling me that Santa was more of a feeling then a person..but try getting a 4 year old to understand that. I didnt really stop believing for a few years because I got to help keep the magic going for my little brother it was a lot of fun.