Comments on: too grown up for santa claus

By: Lizzie

Lizzie — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 20:00:38 +0000

I never really believed in Santa… but, the Tooth Fairy?!?! WTF!?!? I am still in mourning over that one.

BTW, the Santa in your picture kinda looks like he has horns… Like, um, well… Devil Santa.

By: talenarenee

talenarenee — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 04:53:17 +0000

I remember being impressed with how Santa knew which house I was going to be at since every year it was different and how sometimes Santa would visit both houses just in case.

I don’t remember how old I was. Probably about when I was old enough to recognize Robin’s handwriting on the tags.

By: steve

steve — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 05:22:28 +0000

hmm, i think that santa was later arrested for touching children. actually that happened at the santa at the mall near us in maryland when i was little. too much christmas magic isn’t a good thing.

By: Becky

Becky — Sun, 10 Dec 2006 17:30:49 +0000

When I found Sanata’s wrapping paper in my mom’s closet… Lets see maybe 9?
There was the awesome year though that we left the house before christmas, went to WI, came back after christmas and santa had been to the house. It was pretty cool, plus I think Andrew had said that year that he didn’t believe in Santa anymore, so that’s why my parents did it. Andrew kept asking the neighbors, but he was asking the wrong ones and the neighbors had no clue what he was talking about.
Now I get to be Santa, and santa has special wrapping paper!

By: heyzeus

heyzeus — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 17:05:19 +0000

As a Jew, I never had to believe in jack. Which of course carried over into other areas. I remember when I was in preschool, when we were being taught the old testament story of creation, asking my religious school teacher where the dinosaurs were, and being really disappointed in the answer.

I always knew not to bust the other kids’ bubble, though. I didn’t “out” Santa to anyone else. Mostly because most of the kids at my school were Jewish too.

At the same time, I do believe that this healthy skepticism towards make believe is what makes Jews good at accounting/banking and show biz. Some of us keep that habit of sober, critical, rational analysis, and the others reject it and embrace the opposite - the fanciful and imaginitive things that we were taught as little kids were just make believe.

Also, we love money. Just love it to bits.

By: caroline

caroline — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 04:27:05 +0000

I should have suspected something when my father told me santa liked BEER and cookies, not milk and cookies.

Seriously.

Posterchild for divorce, hello.

But the only thing i ever remember was my mother telling me that there was a Spirit of St. Nick, that meant more than Santa Claus. And for whatever reason, I was old enough, or jaded enough, to not be scared by that. And then I could go to bed without cracking open a beer at the age of seven. It was quite nice actually.

By: david

david — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 04:08:47 +0000

this is one reason why many people have kids

in the end, it makes it very easy to stay young

vicariously living through their genuine joy

i remember trying to stay up, propping myself up with pillows by my door, looking down the hall to the living room- i’d wake up in bed. gifts around the tree. cold feet and hands, but i didnt care.

my mom told me that she once tried to tape her eyes open for the night

By: Meredith

Meredith — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 23:29:07 +0000

you’re. not your. that shouldn’t bother me, but of course it does.

By: Meredith

Meredith — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 23:27:40 +0000

Sigh…sweet but sad post. My mom told me that when I was five (only five! I should have had many seasons more of believing in elves, Mrs. Claus, Donner, Dancer, and the whole gang), I marched up to her and said in that solemn yet casual way that children have, “Mommy, it’s okay, I know there’s no Santa Claus. It doesn’t make sense. How could he fly everywhere at once? I know he’s not real. It’s okay, you can tell me.” Of course, she told me the truth, and of course, I started bawling and ran into my room.

She told me much later, when we had The Conversation that resulted in my telling her that, no, I wasn’t going to find my own church now that I was in college, “I knew then that you were going to be trouble. You ask too many questions.”

I wish I weren’t trouble though, you know? I wish I believed in all of it, that I never asked questions and that I could accept all of the lovely stories that can comfort you when your faultering on the brink of…nothing.

By: kc

kc — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 20:07:00 +0000

Um, unlike Henri (is anyone surprised?), I am STILL PISSED that Santa, Easter Bunny, and Tooth Fairy are not real. I miss the nervous butterflies in my stomach as I was lying in bed on Christmas Eve, the straining to hear the sleigh bells on the roof, yes, and waking up at 4:30 (my brother and I would always wake up at the EXACT same time!) to sneak a peek at our bulging stockings. Thanks for the great post, Sarahpants!