You know, I think there's a really important distinction when it comes to growing up that I'd like to draw attention to, especially at this time of year
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I found out Santa wasn't real by reading the Little House books for myself for the first time (as opposed to having my mother read them to me; she managed a slightly edited version.) In retrospect, I think this was the best way I could have learned the truth, because it taught me that the Santa story is about love.
In other, unrelated news: someday they are going to make wrapping paper that is pretty on BOTH sides so I don't have to be neurotic about folding the white bits over anymore ):
I remember one time about four or so years ago, me and my cousins were all sitting around near christmas time, and my oldest cousin (~24 at the time) turns to my youngest cousin (~12) and goes, without anything but genuine curiosity "Do you still believe in Santa Claus?" Fortunately, the answer was no, but we were all like "YOU CAN'T ASK HIM THAT!"
As for me, I don't really remember when I stopped believing. It never made a large amount of sense to me, and I think one day I decided there was no way it could be real and that was that. My parents still tried, bless them (my mom would even disguise the handwriting on the gift tags so I would think Santa Claus wrote it), but I was having none of it.
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In other, unrelated news: someday they are going to make wrapping paper that is pretty on BOTH sides so I don't have to be neurotic about folding the white bits over anymore ):
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Aha, I always cute waaaay too much paper so I don't have to worry about that. ...and then it doesn't fold right. Wrapping is hard ;;
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I remember when my mom told me Santa wasn't real, I couldn't believe it because my parents couldn't possibly have enough money to afford the presents.
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I remember one time about four or so years ago, me and my cousins were all sitting around near christmas time, and my oldest cousin (~24 at the time) turns to my youngest cousin (~12) and goes, without anything but genuine curiosity "Do you still believe in Santa Claus?" Fortunately, the answer was no, but we were all like "YOU CAN'T ASK HIM THAT!"
As for me, I don't really remember when I stopped believing. It never made a large amount of sense to me, and I think one day I decided there was no way it could be real and that was that. My parents still tried, bless them (my mom would even disguise the handwriting on the gift tags so I would think Santa Claus wrote it), but I was having none of it.
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