Our kid’s were pretty old and they still believed in Santa. One year the oldest had heard in school that Santa wasn’t real. He convinced the other kids at school that he was real - but he still had some doubts and was questioning us.
Most of the year we were pretty cheap with the kids. Not going out and buying the latest stuff or giving them whatever they wanted.
“No Santa? What - you think Mom and I buy you all of the cool name-brand stuff? The latest toys and games? Really!?”
“Oh - yeah. I KNEW Santa is real!!!
Come Christmas morning I put the cookie crumbs on the carpet and even some ash and soot from the fireplace on the carpet.
The kids were up first, and when I came in the first thing I noticed was the mess, and started ranting about Santa, and then cleaning up the mess. Back in the day I was a bit obsessed about the carpet, and I figured that would add some credibility to Santa.
I think they went another few years still believing in Santa. Those were fun days when kids could just be kids.
What a GREAT story!!!! :)
What a great act you did!!
The getting mad at Santa sealed the deal I bet.
Got some great posts and mails about this same theme.
Probably could write a book if a few hundred FReepers replied :)
They sound like wonderful days and I am glad you had them.
I was born in ‘68.
So it was still the time when you played outside till you got called for dinner then played outside till you get called for bed :)
They were GREAT days.