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To: RosieCotton
Question;

How many here remember when they actually believed in Santa Claus?

101 posted on 12/23/2005 6:24:55 PM PST by carlr
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To: carlr

I think I actually believed till I was about seven. My younger brother and I used to leave out cookies and milk for Santa, and were very excited the next morning to discover them gone, with a thank-you note in their place. Little did we know it was our creepy teenage brother all the time who ate them.


105 posted on 12/23/2005 6:29:28 PM PST by rightwingintelligentsia
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To: carlr

Well...for the most part, we didn't do Santa Claus. I guess we did when I was realllly little and before my parents converted to Catholicism, but for the most part, since we celebrated St. Nicholas Day in early December...it didn't make sense to have a mythical version of him show up later in the month.

We did believe the Christ Child brought our gifts...which in a way He did, so the adjustment was a bit easier as we got older. ;-)


106 posted on 12/23/2005 6:29:36 PM PST by RosieCotton
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To: carlr

I just remember putting the milk and cookies out and then trying to get to sleep -- but I don't remember how or when I finally found out.


118 posted on 12/23/2005 6:41:15 PM PST by scott7278 (Before I give you the benefit of my reply, I'd like to know what we're talking about.)
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To: carlr
How many here remember when they actually believed in Santa Claus?

I do. When my Mom finally came clean, I became enraged and refused to believer her. I mean, I REFUSED. I said I didn't believe here, there was a Santa, she was lying saying that there wasn't, etc. It turned into a huge fight.

So I kept forcing myself to believe in St. Nick until I was about 10, even though deep down inside I probably knew it wasn't true.

Finally, one Christmas Eve night, Mom told me to go into the bed room and shut the door, because Santa was on his way. I obeyed, and outside my door, she pretended to "talk" to Santa (talking, then doing the lamest and most horrible impression imaginable). That was when I finally admitted it to myself.
127 posted on 12/23/2005 6:53:35 PM PST by pcottraux (It's pronounced "P. Coe-troe.")
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To: carlr

What do you mean? I STILL believe! lol


134 posted on 12/23/2005 7:05:22 PM PST by LaineyDee (Don't mess with Texas wimmen!)
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