I don't remember every truly believing in Santa, but I remember believing enough to be horrified when my brother tried to set traps for Santa. Of course I was pretty sure it didn't matter, since I wasn't sure Santa existed anyway, and I wasn't sure how the "traps" would work (they were old plastic poinsetta flowers laid on the hearth) but still--the idea of setting traps for Santa was dreadful.
I don't know why my brother never got coal in his stocking.
If only your brother's teacher could have given some of her meanness to your teacher! It might have balanced them out. I cannot imagine a teacher pretending to cry today! The little heathens would eat her for lunch!
(We were right over the basement, and the janitor would come upstairs sometimes and tell us to be quiet! I remember clearly how embarrassed the teacher was--I can see her now, her head down on the bookcase, weeping, or pretending to...)
I loved your story so much! You are a wonderful writer, and I wish you could manage to send us more stories.
I didn't remember every believing in Santa, but I was the youngest in a very strung out family. My mother used to tell about the oldest believing.
When I had kids I couldn't bear to tell them the "story" was true. We had all kind of wonderful stories and enjoyed spinning them. I suppose it's because I never believe in Santa, but I couldn't help but think I would feel like such a liar to to tell them he was real.
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I hope your mother took the news well? :)
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My own son figured out Santa when he saw the price tags on a box!
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I don't know why my brother never got coal in his stocking.
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I enjoyed your memories.
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(We were right over the basement, and the janitor would come upstairs sometimes and tell us to be quiet! I remember clearly how embarrassed the teacher was--I can see her now, her head down on the bookcase, weeping, or pretending to...)
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I didn't remember every believing in Santa, but I was the youngest in a very strung out family. My mother used to tell about the oldest believing.
When I had kids I couldn't bear to tell them the "story" was true. We had all kind of wonderful stories and enjoyed spinning them. I suppose it's because I never believe in Santa, but I couldn't help but think I would feel like such a liar to to tell them he was real.
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Happy belated birthday, Jackie. I hope you had a lovely day yesterday.
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