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Has the festive spirit landed wherever you are yet? Are you ready for Christmas? Bought all the presents, got the tree up, made your Christmas pudding?
It's geting colder here and although no sign of snow on the East coast of Scotland, I've got a feeling its coming our way. The temperature is dropping nicely, Jack Frost is flexing his muscles in the morning, and the snow is falling on the hills to the north. I can't remember the last time we had a white Christmas here, but whilst it would be nice, its not a deal breaker is it?
And of course Santa is coming! At least that's what I told my little niece this weekend. She's really excited and is at that age where the whole thing is just one big, happy, red and white mystery. Already her parents have had to explain why there are so many "Santa's" in the town shopping malls, and she's only 3 years old!
Oh I really hope the mystery stays alive for many more years. I don't know these days when the big secret is let out. Are kids about seven or eight? Perhaps younger? When did you find out?
Here's another story about when the truth came out. This friend is from Australia and was truly aminated over her G&T as she remembered....
Keep him in the family
“I found out about Santa from my cousin. We were playing in the yard at his house – playing "tag". I must have been about six and he would be a couple of years older than me. As we were tagging each other he whispered to me that Santa wasn’t real. Of course I didn’t believe him, in fact I don’t think I believed I really heard him. He said it again and I just stopped playing. I looked over at him and told him I didn’t believe him - who else could it be if it wasn't Santa?. When he started tagging me again, he told me it was my Dad and Mum who were Santa.
That was the final straw! It was funny really, I got so panicky. I ran back to my house to tell Mum. I was short of breath and kind of panting out this story about what a liar my cousin was. I have such a clear memory of this its wierd. We were standing int he kitchen and she has such a shocked look on her face – it was just so out of the blue. She told me my cousin was right, that Santa wasn't real.
Can you imagine the look on my face? I was standing there, mouth wide open, jaw almost to the floor!
Now don’t have a go at my Mum. Please. (she's laughing at this point, clearly noting the horror on my face that her Mum could be so matter-of-fact about it all).
She didn’t blow the whole deal there and then. Instead, she told me there was no Santa Claus for people like my cousin! She told me that my cousin was right in a way, in that Santa didn’t visit homes like ours because we were fortunate to have some money in the bank. Because not everyone was as fortunate, he visited children like my cousin! D’you know, put like that, it sounds like its means tested!
I ran back to my cousin’s yard and told him he was right. I didn’t say any more than that because I didn’t want to spoil it for him. I'm a nice cousin aren't I?”
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Sunday, December 17, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
First time you found out the truth about Santa Claus - another first memory
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Tick tock
Well, its the weekend again at last. Its been a busy week all round but I did get to hear another first memory of Santa Claus and how a younf child tricked his parents into finding out the truth. The lengths we go to...
“Someone must have told me at some point but I wasn’t quite ready to believe it. I remember I wrote to Santa asking for a wind up alarm clock. I know, I know, not the best present in the world for a child, I don’t know what I was thinking. But anyway, I then said to Mum that I’d asked Santa for an electric alarm clock. I was deliberately laying a trap and I don’t deny it. I just wanted to prove it, that Santa wasn't real. But, at the same time I didn't want to. It was so frustrating, as if my world was going to collapse if I found out he wasn't real. Part of you never wants to stop believing (I sound like an advert for Peter Pan!).
Of course, the electric clock was what I got in the end. It was weird, I was chuffed I’d proved Santa wasn’t real by my own experiment but at the same time it was a bad Christmas, because I’d proved it. That was it. Finished. Game over. No more Santa Claus.
In the end I told my sister what I’d done and she told my parents. I suppose it was ok for them – it meant they didn’t have the pretence again next year.”
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Tick tock
Well, its the weekend again at last. Its been a busy week all round but I did get to hear another first memory of Santa Claus and how a younf child tricked his parents into finding out the truth. The lengths we go to...
“Someone must have told me at some point but I wasn’t quite ready to believe it. I remember I wrote to Santa asking for a wind up alarm clock. I know, I know, not the best present in the world for a child, I don’t know what I was thinking. But anyway, I then said to Mum that I’d asked Santa for an electric alarm clock. I was deliberately laying a trap and I don’t deny it. I just wanted to prove it, that Santa wasn't real. But, at the same time I didn't want to. It was so frustrating, as if my world was going to collapse if I found out he wasn't real. Part of you never wants to stop believing (I sound like an advert for Peter Pan!).
Of course, the electric clock was what I got in the end. It was weird, I was chuffed I’d proved Santa wasn’t real by my own experiment but at the same time it was a bad Christmas, because I’d proved it. That was it. Finished. Game over. No more Santa Claus.
In the end I told my sister what I’d done and she told my parents. I suppose it was ok for them – it meant they didn’t have the pretence again next year.”
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
First time you found out Santa wasn't real - part 2
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Do you know its now only 11 weeks to Christmas! Not long until the shops have their Christmas lights and decorations up and Coke will bring out their seasonal Santa advert. Just let us get past Guy Fawkes night first please!
I heard some more fond memories of our cuddly friend Santa Claus the other day. Gone on, share with us your first memory of finding out Santa wasn't really real. I'd certainly love to hear some more stories.
Carrot stealer
“That’s easy…my brother gave it away. I don’t remember how old I was or what he said, but I remember that I didn’t believe him! That Christmas I waited and waited, pretending to be asleep and then I heard Santa coming up the stairs. You know, I was so excited I can't describe it really, but my heart must of been practically jumping out of my chest because I remember I was breathing really fast. I was probably on the verge of a panic attic, after all this was the first time I was going to see Santa (or at least that's what I thought).
I crept out into the hall and here was Dad eating the carrot I’d left out for the reindeer!
I said “what are you doing, that’s for Rudolph!"
He said he’d woken up hungry and that Santa would forgive him for eating Rudolph's carrot if he went to the kitchen and got another. I must have given him a fright when I think about it.
Anyway, I had my suspicions, but still didn’t want to believe it. I think it finally sunk in after I went back to school and we talked about what Santa had given us for Christmas. Some of the children knew already so it was probably peer pressure to finally admit he wasn't real.”
He lives on…
“I’m “thirty something” now and Santa still sends my brothers and I presents. Every year we get a letter from Santa asking if we’d been good and could we please provide a list of potential gifts for him to pick from. The list helps him, he says in his letter, because his elves have had a hard year and his memory is getting poorer. It doesn’t help I suppose that Mrs Claus is no longer with us.
It’s a funny quirky traditional we have kept up for years. Santa has moved with the times and now that he has retired from being a GP and left much of the work to the elves and other helpers, he has learned how to use computers and the internet. Our letter from Santa now comes via email! Dad’s great isn’t he! It means I get something from Santa that is useful and is guaranteed to be something I actually want – a sure fire bet for CD’s, books and perfume! “
For more Santa related memories, click here
Do you know its now only 11 weeks to Christmas! Not long until the shops have their Christmas lights and decorations up and Coke will bring out their seasonal Santa advert. Just let us get past Guy Fawkes night first please!
I heard some more fond memories of our cuddly friend Santa Claus the other day. Gone on, share with us your first memory of finding out Santa wasn't really real. I'd certainly love to hear some more stories.
Carrot stealer
“That’s easy…my brother gave it away. I don’t remember how old I was or what he said, but I remember that I didn’t believe him! That Christmas I waited and waited, pretending to be asleep and then I heard Santa coming up the stairs. You know, I was so excited I can't describe it really, but my heart must of been practically jumping out of my chest because I remember I was breathing really fast. I was probably on the verge of a panic attic, after all this was the first time I was going to see Santa (or at least that's what I thought).
I crept out into the hall and here was Dad eating the carrot I’d left out for the reindeer!
I said “what are you doing, that’s for Rudolph!"
He said he’d woken up hungry and that Santa would forgive him for eating Rudolph's carrot if he went to the kitchen and got another. I must have given him a fright when I think about it.
Anyway, I had my suspicions, but still didn’t want to believe it. I think it finally sunk in after I went back to school and we talked about what Santa had given us for Christmas. Some of the children knew already so it was probably peer pressure to finally admit he wasn't real.”
He lives on…
“I’m “thirty something” now and Santa still sends my brothers and I presents. Every year we get a letter from Santa asking if we’d been good and could we please provide a list of potential gifts for him to pick from. The list helps him, he says in his letter, because his elves have had a hard year and his memory is getting poorer. It doesn’t help I suppose that Mrs Claus is no longer with us.
It’s a funny quirky traditional we have kept up for years. Santa has moved with the times and now that he has retired from being a GP and left much of the work to the elves and other helpers, he has learned how to use computers and the internet. Our letter from Santa now comes via email! Dad’s great isn’t he! It means I get something from Santa that is useful and is guaranteed to be something I actually want – a sure fire bet for CD’s, books and perfume! “
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
First time you found out Santa wasn't real
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First time you found out Santa wasn’t real
He’s a great big cuddly man, with a bushy white beard, makes his own presents, and lives with elves and reindeer. Who wouldn’t want to meet him?! All kids are wide eyed with wonder at a certain age, over Santa Claus. It's funny how we never twigged the little discrepancies or that different kids had different stories, all given by their parents, on the finer questions about Santa – where was Mrs Claus, where does Santa live, how do reindeer fly, where do all the elves go in the summer?
The biggest challenge for a parent I think, is how to explain the numerous “Santa’s” in the shops, on the street, on the TV. Why does such a man let himself be cloned by his helpers and so what does he really look like? Of course, he’d be the Santa in the Coke adverts wouldn’t he!?
It’s a shame he’s not real though isn't it. Should I admit to finding it amusing when I see children, when they get to “that age”, battling with their inner self over the Santa mystery? You can see them so desperately questioning the reality, almost as quickly as trying to reaffirm their belief – they don’t want to miss out on presents but at the same time, they want to fit in with the other kids. It’s a domino affect really that spreads like wildfire through a school or group of friends. As soon as they do believe, the relief for the parents is palpable.
Personally, my brother gave the whole thing away. He's only a year older than me but nevertheless he took great delight in telling me Santa was really Mum and Dad. Of course my world came crashing down at this point - how could he tell such a big lie? I remember waiting up as long as I could that year to catch Santa in the midst of filling my stocking at the bottom of the bed. Of course I fell asleep but it didn't stop my brother going on and on and on until eventually he was told off by my parents. Of course at that point there was no going back and the damage was done.
A friend recalls below a memory of when she told her sister the truth behind the man with the beard....
Hide the TV
“I’m not into the whole fictional character thing because my Dad didn’t believe in it. So in our house a dog was a "dog" and not a "doggie"; a cat was a "cat", and not a "pussy cat" or kitten – that kind of thing. My Dad's point in grounding us in reality was sensible I suppose because really, in a few weeks time that dog would be a dog and not a doggie - it would’ve grown up.
So against that upbringing the whole Santa thing was a chore I guess for my parents. I can’t remember when exactly I found out but I was fairly young. I gave it away for my sister though.
We were talking about Santa and she was all excited about Christmas. It was mid December and all the Christmas decorations were up - both inside and out. She was so wound up in the whole concept and trying to work out when Santa would deliver the presents. She knew at this point that Santa was going to give us a new TV for our room that Christmas. Now that was a big deal back then – they weren’t as cheap as they are now and not given away with every fridge or freezer you buy.
So we were at our Gran's house this one afternoon and my sister is getting really excited - she must have had an overdose of chocolate from the advent calendar! By this point was really irritating me. So, I told her that Santa wasn’t real.
Of course she didn't believe me, couldn't believe me, and she kept arguing back at me. So I told her that if he was real, then why is the TV set that he’s giving us, in Gran’s wardrobe. Of course she still didn’t believe me and so in a fit of frustration, just to prove myself right more than anything else, I showed her the TV!.
She ran back home to Mum and Dad. She asked them if Santa was still giving us a TV and they said yes. “So why’s it in Gran’s wardrobe Mum?” she said. Well, inspite of the upbringing, I still got leathered for telling her the truth!
They didn’t try to cover the whole thing up for my sister though, they did tell her the real deal with Santa. I don’t regret it either. I beleive that kids should know the truth and not be brought up on a fantasy in a bid to bribe them into being "good kids"."
First time you found out Santa wasn’t real
He’s a great big cuddly man, with a bushy white beard, makes his own presents, and lives with elves and reindeer. Who wouldn’t want to meet him?! All kids are wide eyed with wonder at a certain age, over Santa Claus. It's funny how we never twigged the little discrepancies or that different kids had different stories, all given by their parents, on the finer questions about Santa – where was Mrs Claus, where does Santa live, how do reindeer fly, where do all the elves go in the summer?
The biggest challenge for a parent I think, is how to explain the numerous “Santa’s” in the shops, on the street, on the TV. Why does such a man let himself be cloned by his helpers and so what does he really look like? Of course, he’d be the Santa in the Coke adverts wouldn’t he!?
It’s a shame he’s not real though isn't it. Should I admit to finding it amusing when I see children, when they get to “that age”, battling with their inner self over the Santa mystery? You can see them so desperately questioning the reality, almost as quickly as trying to reaffirm their belief – they don’t want to miss out on presents but at the same time, they want to fit in with the other kids. It’s a domino affect really that spreads like wildfire through a school or group of friends. As soon as they do believe, the relief for the parents is palpable.
Personally, my brother gave the whole thing away. He's only a year older than me but nevertheless he took great delight in telling me Santa was really Mum and Dad. Of course my world came crashing down at this point - how could he tell such a big lie? I remember waiting up as long as I could that year to catch Santa in the midst of filling my stocking at the bottom of the bed. Of course I fell asleep but it didn't stop my brother going on and on and on until eventually he was told off by my parents. Of course at that point there was no going back and the damage was done.
A friend recalls below a memory of when she told her sister the truth behind the man with the beard....
Hide the TV
“I’m not into the whole fictional character thing because my Dad didn’t believe in it. So in our house a dog was a "dog" and not a "doggie"; a cat was a "cat", and not a "pussy cat" or kitten – that kind of thing. My Dad's point in grounding us in reality was sensible I suppose because really, in a few weeks time that dog would be a dog and not a doggie - it would’ve grown up.
So against that upbringing the whole Santa thing was a chore I guess for my parents. I can’t remember when exactly I found out but I was fairly young. I gave it away for my sister though.
We were talking about Santa and she was all excited about Christmas. It was mid December and all the Christmas decorations were up - both inside and out. She was so wound up in the whole concept and trying to work out when Santa would deliver the presents. She knew at this point that Santa was going to give us a new TV for our room that Christmas. Now that was a big deal back then – they weren’t as cheap as they are now and not given away with every fridge or freezer you buy.
So we were at our Gran's house this one afternoon and my sister is getting really excited - she must have had an overdose of chocolate from the advent calendar! By this point was really irritating me. So, I told her that Santa wasn’t real.
Of course she didn't believe me, couldn't believe me, and she kept arguing back at me. So I told her that if he was real, then why is the TV set that he’s giving us, in Gran’s wardrobe. Of course she still didn’t believe me and so in a fit of frustration, just to prove myself right more than anything else, I showed her the TV!.
She ran back home to Mum and Dad. She asked them if Santa was still giving us a TV and they said yes. “So why’s it in Gran’s wardrobe Mum?” she said. Well, inspite of the upbringing, I still got leathered for telling her the truth!
They didn’t try to cover the whole thing up for my sister though, they did tell her the real deal with Santa. I don’t regret it either. I beleive that kids should know the truth and not be brought up on a fantasy in a bid to bribe them into being "good kids"."
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