When did you stop believing in Father Christmas?
November_Rain
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And how did you discover the truth?
I think I was 8 when I realised there was no jolly old St Nick. I'm not sure what prompted it exactly, I guess it was hearing it from all my classmates.
I think I was 8 when I realised there was no jolly old St Nick. I'm not sure what prompted it exactly, I guess it was hearing it from all my classmates.
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Someone had to say it.
I remember when I was 6 or 7 in the early hours of Christmas morning, going into my parent's bedroom and telling them that I could hear Santa Claus downstairs. I couldn't understand why my parents looked alarmed.
Luckily there wasn't anyone downstairs, it was just the imagination of a small child.
La la la la liar liar pants on fire la la la not listening la la la la la la la la.
Just because you don't get any presents doesn't mean he doesn't exist. You are clearly too naughty :o
My two eldest are 14 and 16 now but we also have a 3 year old..s christmas has been magic again for us all with a little one around..
What Truth.
It was a great let down to learn I'd been told lies all those years.
The excuse was, "dad was helping father christmas" and I said, "but I thought he was magic?"
I stopped believing after that. No huge loss though tbh lol.
I knew something was amiss then.
I had a cousin that was 3 years younger than me so when she went to bed my aunt and mum started wrapping her presents from santa right in front of me, I was completely devistated!! I am 35 now and I still remember how I felt.
Hopefully my children will believe for a long time yet, we try our best to keep the magic alive for them.
I think when I was about 8 I knew the truth but I still went along with the lie because Christmas was more fun if I did, it still is. My son is 9 and doesn't believe anymore but I refuse to tell him the truth, I've told him he can think what he likes but I know he's real!:D
I 've just read that back and can see why I'm such an embaressment to him, poor kid.
My mother denied that story for years on grounds that she never told them to tell me there was no such person as Father Christmas
Yeah like that was going to stop an 8 to 12 year old* boy telling his baby sister
(*I can't remember which one told me)
I visited a friend today and she was recounting her Christmas day with her grandchildren, it involved tales of the big guy. I sat and smiled my way through the conversation whilst thinking there is no such person as FC. I did however feel a bitch for my thoughts and have come to the conclusion that I could be emotionally detached from reality. I think I blame my parents for not giving me a childhood full of fairies, elves and all things fuzzingly warm.
My folks still write 'From Father Christmas' on most of their Xmas presents to me now. I am 28