Everyone at one point believed in Santa Claus. I know I did. All I'm wondering is why or how you eventually stopped believing in him. At what point did you sit yourself down and say, "You know.. I don't think there's really a Santa.." It's a defining moment in a child's life. When years of dreams and fantasy comes crashes down to reality in one swift strike.

I can't remember the exact year I stopped believing in Santa. But I do remember when it happened. I was living at Fort Lee and Christmas was only a few days away. I was exicited like every other kid about what I might get. So one day my parents went to the store and I decided to look for presents. I had never done it before, never gone in search of hidden presents. Well, I checked all the usual hiding spots and came across a dresser drawer that was stuffed solid. Taking out a few clothes I realized there was something behind those clothes. I found a CD, it was the James Bond CD I had been wanting. I excitedly put it back and replaced the clothes. Then a few days later Christmas came and I saw that CD, this time placed out with all the Santa toys. I picked it up and asked my mom, "Did Santa bring me this?" "Yes he did," she answered back. That's when it ended for me.

I'm wondering how it was you stopped believing? Or maybe you still do.. I don't know. But I mean what did it for you? What specifically happened to make you stop beliveing?

I don't think not believing in Santa has any less on the holiday spirit. Sure its devastating when you are a kid. I'm still not sure how I feel about telling little kids there a Santa running around. On one hand it gives them something to believe in. And lets face it, a lot of kids desperately need something to believe in. If nothing else to amaze them with the notion that someone is secretly delivering toys to them in there sleep. I mean, how awesomely cool is that when you're a kid?!

But on the other hand, should you really be filling these children's heads with lies? I mean they're going to find out soon enough and think about how devastating it is to finally figure it out. I know it was for me. I know I questioned everything my parents said for a long while. "Well they might be lying about this just like Santa." The Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy are the same way. I know I believed in them far more than I should have, but my parents wouldn't lie about it would they? I remember one time I asked them "There's no way that the Easter Bunny could deliver all this candy to all the kids" and my dad said, "I don't know, there are some pretty amazing things that are possible."

Oh, I trust and believe them now. But there was a good little while where I took everything and I mean everything with a handful of salt. I didn't take anything for granted, especially from anyone who had alluded to the existence of Santa and any other "being" that seemed too good to be true. Like when the minister of the church we used to go to in Germany, after a Christmas Eve service, told all us kids to "hurry home, you want to make sure to be asleep when Santa comes." ...

Later.

Isorta knew it before this, but one year, a day or two before chirstmas, my bed had broken (I was going to fix the bed covers, and the frame collapses, go figure). So I was sleeping with my mattress on the floor and my door was craked open,a nd I saw my om and dad carrying presents from their room tot he tree, so I was like 'yeah... no santa."
» Bremma on 2004-11-20 10:30:14

there's......no.....santa?
*sob*
» finallyfoundareasonnow on 2004-11-22 10:46:10

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