tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post1362861948064815964..comments2024-02-13T05:20:46.558-05:00Comments on A CUP OF JO: How long did you believe in Santa?Joanna Goddardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18109285188206811042noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-15034221895595654142013-12-10T20:05:46.520-05:002013-12-10T20:05:46.520-05:00I was 9 when i left my door opend a crack my older...I was 9 when i left my door opend a crack my older brother told me he saw them the year before lets just say once he sees something he says its true so he said santa wasent real at 10 i to this day my 18 christmas i have never told my mom i know. Christmas has kind. Of lost its magic as i have gotten older and the olny thing making it fun is the " game where i know and. I sneek in to the room wit tho tree (right by my room befor waking people upnand i leave there presentf out then) pretending to still belive is whats kept me from being upset after loseing my dad 4 days after my 11 birthday. So its easyer to pretendAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12132159306114053718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-40512010629666019712011-12-26T10:50:25.894-05:002011-12-26T10:50:25.894-05:00I can not remember when I stopped believing in San...I can not remember when I stopped believing in Santa but I do remember the day I realized the Santa that came in through our front door when I was about 5 years old was actually my dad. I was in my 20's and I was looking through my mom's old photos of us and recognized my dad behind the big white beard. ha!Pesky Cat Designshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07094350817411033192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-77276478687864144112011-12-25T01:04:54.350-05:002011-12-25T01:04:54.350-05:00when i was in 3rd grade, a classmate told me that ...when i was in 3rd grade, a classmate told me that santa was not real. to prove him wrong, i wrote santa a letter asking for certain toys. christmas morning i opened my presents from santa, but nothing i requested was under the tree. my parents kept telling me that santa couldn't read english and i should have written the letter in korean (just like my parents).donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14631318811542719973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-80847968179479811632011-12-22T21:40:09.683-05:002011-12-22T21:40:09.683-05:00People are often shocked when I tell my story. We...People are often shocked when I tell my story. We were staying at a house with no chimney and I didn't know how santa could come in without leaving a door unlocked for strangers to also come in. I was only four when my parents told me santa wasn't real. The truth is that my parents never introduced me to santa; it was relatives and other parents from a play group.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-53076117378734671662011-12-22T17:43:37.813-05:002011-12-22T17:43:37.813-05:00Omgosh, my parents forgot to fill my stockings whe...Omgosh, my parents forgot to fill my stockings when I was 5. The cat was out of the bag at a early age :(Dress and Dish: Lanahttp://www.dressanddish.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-57536707718477891502011-12-22T08:47:52.355-05:002011-12-22T08:47:52.355-05:00I loved this idea so much I wrote and credit you o...I loved this idea so much I wrote and credit you on my post today. Thank you. I grew up celebrating Three Kings Day, a Spanish tradition. But it's nice to believe in the magic of Christmas. Happy Holidays!Ivy de Leonhttp://ivydeleon.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-47840216038974419172011-12-21T22:23:41.200-05:002011-12-21T22:23:41.200-05:00What?! Santa isn't real?!?!?
But really, I&...What?! Santa isn't real?!?!?<br /><br /><br /><br />But really, I'm sure I believed in Santa at one point, but I don't even remember when I stopped believing. I wish I had a cute story to tell about when I found out he wasn't real!Meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08797568345510218583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-77381008359791170902011-12-21T17:49:02.414-05:002011-12-21T17:49:02.414-05:00My 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Winburne (ugh, horrible...My 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Winburne (ugh, horrible) spilled the beans when she started a lesson on holiday traditions in other countries with "Now, none of you believe in Santa still, right?" My mom was pretty upset, but I kind of always knew. My favorite Santa memory though was when I was little we would fly up from Texas to visit my grandparents in Maryland. My first gift every year was the Christmas tree, which Santa would hide in the woods behind my grandparents' house. We'd have to go trekking to find the tree with the great big red bow on it and it was always to Krysten, with love from Santa.Krystennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-34732448805220003602011-12-21T12:17:33.308-05:002011-12-21T12:17:33.308-05:00I did believe in Santa. I cannot quite recall the ...I did believe in Santa. I cannot quite recall the year I stopped believing. I always left cookies, milk and a note. It was such a fun night of the year, Christmas Eve. I still remember the excitement and anticipation. Although, I still feel giddy and excited for Christmas. It's a nice time spent with family.Kristyhttp://www.onemoretime-withfeeling.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-25577347545353186552011-12-21T11:38:48.976-05:002011-12-21T11:38:48.976-05:00Well let's just say that my dad always said &q...Well let's just say that my dad always said "once you stop believing santa stops coming."jennifer littlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03027105175584872036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-74369646444584264812011-12-21T11:38:13.092-05:002011-12-21T11:38:13.092-05:00i was 6 when my brothers broke the news to me. i a...i was 6 when my brothers broke the news to me. i acted like i already knew... just to be cool. i was devastated. no joke! ;( <br /><br />xo, Vanessa (the gal)<br /><br />http://fashiongalfireman.blogspot.com/VANESSAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01790961449932166497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-79844244968065645142011-12-21T11:15:54.438-05:002011-12-21T11:15:54.438-05:00I do love Santa and found a way to believe into th...I do love Santa and found a way to believe into the preteen years, stunting my own growth.<br />More desperately, It all came crashing down here in our home when watching family videos of Christmas gone by, my sone shouted out: "See! It was you all along!"<br />He was pointing out a gift tag on his bike when he was 4 with my handwriting. His younger sister pretended not to listen.<br />Rats. But we'll leave cookies out anyway.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01737617930785753930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-29862669083514441242011-12-21T08:57:14.424-05:002011-12-21T08:57:14.424-05:00In Europe we don't really have a Santa, or at ...In Europe we don't really have a Santa, or at least not when I was little! We had an equivalent, a child in form of an angel that flies through your window and brings you the presents. I totally believed my parents, until my bigger brother just told me one christmas, that actually is mam and dad putting all the gifts under the tree! gosh, i was devastated! a world with no flying angels???? i didn't like it!sarahhttp://www.theraspberrystain.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-70427252991569449082011-12-21T08:27:53.362-05:002011-12-21T08:27:53.362-05:00I believed in Santa until I was 5, when my bipolar...I believed in Santa until I was 5, when my bipolar mother decided to yell at me, 'There IS NO SANTA!' in response to me questioning his existence endless times... I proceded to run to my teenage sister who was getting ready in the bathroom and she comforted me. Result: some good ol' sisterly bonding.lauralcharleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11873910895366047592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-74173320505509489802011-12-21T03:50:20.631-05:002011-12-21T03:50:20.631-05:00Wait, Santa's not real? I definitely believed ...Wait, Santa's not real? I definitely believed as a child and left out cookies and a note for Santa and carrots for the reindeer too. <br /><br />I discovered he wasn't real when some kids at school suggested he might not be. I went home and asked my grandpa (who came around the school dressed as Santa) if he was real and he gave he the truth straight up. ouch!<br /><br />xo chanel<br />http://bywayofney.blogspot.com/chanelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02125988755524205411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-30733600723838700862011-12-20T20:06:49.203-05:002011-12-20T20:06:49.203-05:00I never believed in him. Even when I was a very y...I never believed in him. Even when I was a very young child. My reasoning was, how on earth can a sleigh and reindeer fly? It was impossible. Still loved the Christmas season though.<br />To my girls, I don't tell them that he's real, but I don't stop them from wanting to take pictures with him at the mall, or from getting excited about seeing him. I'll sneak presents under the tree on Christmas Eve though. :)jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17497163218204707169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-60134143942854001292011-12-20T19:17:20.446-05:002011-12-20T19:17:20.446-05:00You mean he's not real?You mean he's not real?Jen Beaudet https://www.blogger.com/profile/13316569869048301111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-14201685048821491952011-12-20T19:09:14.159-05:002011-12-20T19:09:14.159-05:00My mother told me when I was in second or third gr...My mother told me when I was in second or third grade. I was getting more and more excited about Santa and she just said "you know santa isn't real, right?" I tried to play it cool but she really burst my bubble! I will never do that to my kids!!Robin Alfordnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-39931353660088145862011-12-20T13:11:27.691-05:002011-12-20T13:11:27.691-05:00Last week my three year old niece sagely responded...Last week my three year old niece sagely responded to my sister's mention of Santa by saying, "Mum, Santa is only in your imagination" as if she were a complete lunatic for mentioning him. My sister has no idea when this discovery took place but it certainly hasn't dampened any of her christmas spirit!jbeannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-38314237473162566202011-12-20T13:10:15.109-05:002011-12-20T13:10:15.109-05:00ohmygosh, i know three little children who would *...ohmygosh, i know three little children who would *love* this!!Sammihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05017777921531998887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-90686876075348463372011-12-20T12:40:06.021-05:002011-12-20T12:40:06.021-05:00I'm like Allison, my parents always told my br...I'm like Allison, my parents always told my brother and I that Santa wasn't real. We're Christians, and they didn't want Santa to become the meaning of Christmas for us. My mom also didn't like the idea of lying to my brother and me -- she didn't want to betray our trust at a young age, lol. They always reminded us that other children believed so we never outed the secret!<br />I don't think not believing in Santa took away the magic of Christmas at all, though. It's always been my favorite holiday and my friends know me as the "Christmas girl". Christmas music in October, anyone?Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16653199290955940824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-55022234021426013412011-12-20T12:28:21.592-05:002011-12-20T12:28:21.592-05:00I don't remember when I stopped believing, but...I don't remember when I stopped believing, but I'm trying my hardest to make my kids believe. My daughter is fourteen, and I'm pretttty sure she doesn't believe anymore, but she'd never admit it, and goes along with me when I talk about Santa. My youngest is eight, and he believes, but will say things like, "Why do some people not believe in Santa?"-- testing me, maybe. My middle child will be twelve next week, and he believes in Santa with all his heart. Same goes for the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I try to make it easier to believe-- different wrapping paper on the "Santa" gifts, his handwriting is very different from mine, and he uses a different color pen.AbraCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17753134833245950187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-89143696452011138352011-12-20T10:57:57.921-05:002011-12-20T10:57:57.921-05:00i think i was 9 or 10 when i found out and i was d...i think i was 9 or 10 when i found out and i was devastated. i was fairly innocent and sheltered, plus my parents really did some good set ups (hanging the presents outside my window - we didn't have a chimney). i was bitter for a while, but now i really appreciate it. my son is almost 3 and i am trying to think of clever ideas for him!A.M.C. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16743597261811863713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-7206156341153253372011-12-20T10:14:38.360-05:002011-12-20T10:14:38.360-05:00What do you mean "believe in Santa"?
;-)...What do you mean "believe in Santa"?<br />;-)macaca grava por cimahttp://www.macaquinhasnosotao.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28060897.post-34160660857725618822011-12-20T09:59:36.423-05:002011-12-20T09:59:36.423-05:00so funny you should ask.
we are currently dealing...so funny you should ask.<br /><br />we are currently dealing with what we call<br /><br />THE SANTA SITUATION<br /><br />see below:<br />http://drywallanddiapers.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-situation.html<br /><br />xoxo merry merryleslie burket.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18311931350257704765noreply@blogger.com