It was Christmas Eve. All my cousins were at our house because we were told that Santa was making a special trip to our house and he was bringing us gifts.
We all waited in the livingroom. We didn't have a fireplace so he had to come in through the front door. We heard him knock and in came Santa.
He had on the perfect red suit, the beard, the hat and most importantly he had a big red bag full of gifts
Santa started handing out gifts to my cousins and then he came to me. As he handed me my gift I noticed that the jacket under his suit was the same coat that my father wore.
That's when I stopped believing in the big guy.
But the story isn't over. He still had one more gift to hand out but he had to go outside to get it.
When he came back into the house he brought in the bicycle that I had always wanted.
It was disappointing that Santa Claus was my father and I could no longer believe in Santa but when I saw that bicycle I knew that whether he was Santa or my father I knew that he loved me.
secretagent09: Can you answer all three questions? I can only remember two.
Do you remember when you stopped believing in Santa Claus?
Do you remember when your children stopped believing in Santa
Do you remember the Christmas when you got everything you asked Santa to bring you?
1) I was nine years old when my parents told me the truth... I was heartbroken and shocked... I got a diamond ring and all kinds of "grown up" presents... I just wanted more toys!!!!... Jajajajajajajajajaja... 2) I don't have kids but I did everything in my power not to let my nephew and nieces to have that belief spoiled by anyone... 3) I remember I used to pinch myself because I thought I was dreaming... I loved everything I got and there were so many gifts... It was like the whole room was full of them... I was a very happy child... I had a very happy childhood and I was blessed to have the most wonderful parents... I guess that's why I think and feel I am very healthy, happy adult... And I am told that all the time... I will never be grateful enough for all the blessings in my life...
When I was a child Santa didn't exist for Spanish people Christmas was a religious celebration...
We lived in France though so we still got gifts and enjoyed Papa Noël celebrations
I don't remember when children stopped believing in Father Christmas but I remember the year my daughter was told at school that father xmas didnt exist and how upset she was and me trying to maintain he did for the sake of her younger brother also... we had always told our children that the gifts in the stocking in their room was from Father Christmas and the gifts under the tree were from us... so that Christmas Eve their father was just going up to place their full stocking in their bedroon when out of impulse he grabbed a father xmas hat that was laying around and put it on before going into their bedroom ...
Fast forward to next morning and we have a very excited daughter shouting! 'I saw him! I saw him! I was awake and caught sight of his red hat and quickly shut my eyes so he wouldn't go away! She was sooooooooo happy! And She believed in Father Christmas for a couple more years
Apart from Christmas with my children my most beautiful Christmas was spent in all simplicity in the company of my boyfriend. Simple but delicious food , no material gifts, just us The sort of gift money can't buy and Santa could not bring
the real santa came from st. nicklos, he gave kindness and toys to children on xmas day ever since that st. nicklos became santa for giving gifts and reciving gifts
Melody1671: 1) I was nine years old when my parents told me the truth... I was heartbroken and shocked... I got a diamond ring and all kinds of "grown up" presents... I just wanted more toys!!!!... Jajajajajajajajajaja... 2) I don't have kids but I did everything in my power not to let my nephew and nieces to have that belief spoiled by anyone... 3) I remember I used to pinch myself because I thought I was dreaming... I loved everything I got and there were so many gifts... It was like the whole room was full of them... I was a very happy child... I had a very happy childhood and I was blessed to have the most wonderful parents... I guess that's why I think and feel I am very healthy, happy adult... And I am told that all the time... I will never be grateful enough for all the blessings in my life...
My Christmases were very much like yours. A pile of gifts when my sister and I were young. As we got older the pile got smaller because my parents were buying more meaningful gifts instead of toys.
I was always afraid that someone would tell my daughter that Santa didn't exist.
The thing is I don't remember when she found out. I think somebody told her but I'm not sure. I'll have to ask her.
When I realized that there wasn't a Santa Claus I knew I had to protect my sister who was four years younger than I was from finding out that the jolly 'ol man doesn't exist.
Here's something that will make you all think Secret is really a whacko.
I remember one Christmas Eve, before my "Santa" delivered my bicycle, I was looking out my bedroom window very late one Christmas Eve and I swore that I saw him and his sleigh flying away from my house.
secretagent09: Can you answer all three questions? I can only remember two.
Do you remember when you stopped believing in Santa Claus? It happened over time as evidence against his existence built up.
Do you remember when your children stopped believing in Santa My sons never started believing in Santa.
Do you remember the Christmas when you got everything you asked Santa to bring you?
I have very few memories of Christmas from the past. I do remember when I was about 10 my father came to visit and brought my older brother a 2 wheeler and I got a red wagon. I wasn't happy about that. I also remember my sister spending hours of drudgery decorating a Pine tree in the living room with tinsel and colored glass balls. My thoughts at the time was... What a waste of time and energy.
I have never stopped believing in the Good spirit, that's Santa for me... My son is nine and believes in it too...hope he never stops... It doesn't matter when Santa will bring me whatever I wished for, I know how to help him and that's all that matters...
I remember on december 21, 1958 i was Really excited about whether santa would bring me what input on my santa list when my older brother looked at me shaking his head and chuckling said, "do you still believe that sheet brother?" Huh, he's not real
the only one of those i remember is my kids who are twins tag teaming me about santa...i dont remember if they were 8 or 9 but around then and they asked me if santa was real because the kids at school told them he wasnt...i think i squirmed out of it by telling them it was up to them to believe what they wanted or something like that....apparently they were satisfied tho....i always got the dreaded tag team for the tough questions.....
I stopped believing in Santa when I caught my parents putting the gifts under the Christmas tree but I did question his existence prior to that when I asked how Santa will land his sleigh if there's no snow on the ground...not sure how old I was but maybe around 7 or 8 years old. I can't remember when my son stopped believing in Santa but he never let on that he disbelieved. I never did get everything I asked Santa for and although it was disappointing at the time, it was a good life lesson to me that we don't always get what we want in life.
galrads: I remember on december 21, 1958 i was Really excited about whether santa would bring me what input on my santa list when my older brother looked at me shaking his head and chuckling said, "do you still believe that sheet brother?" Huh, he's not real
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Do you remember when you stopped believing in Santa Claus?
Do you remember when your children stopped believing in Santa
Do you remember the Christmas when you got everything you asked Santa to bring you?