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Lauren:
To help this story make sense, when my brother and I were nine and seven my mother gave us both a potato for Xmas. (the rationale being that because we were naughty, instead of getting one present we recieved a potato instead)

I was discussing with my cousin tonight how we stopped believing in Santa. I was the oldest so I was around ten (it was actully her brother, a year older than me but in the same school year, who told me "You're such a baby to believe in Santa) while she was around 11. She does remember being told by one of her classmates in Year 2 that Santa didn't exist and it was our parents who gave us the presents (this was the year after my bro and I got the potatoes) She told him he was lying and she could prove it. Why, her cousins had been given POTATOES from Santa the previous year and no parent would be that mean to their kids. (my mum and her mum are killing themselves by this point)

In a nice twist of fate, the little boy she had that arguement with is her husband now and he admitted that little piece of info cause him to believe again until he was about 12. So cute!

Suze:
my Mom tells a story about herself at that "do I or don't I age" 

Now Mom was born in 1923 so she grew up during the Great Depression, and there really wasn't money for much.  So one year for Christmas "Santa" (Mom and older Sister) made new doll cloths for her OLD dolls. And her Dad made a little wardrobe to put them in.

Well the fabric was scraps of her real cloths. So that was a "Gee, There really isn't a Clause type of moment."  But Grandma had made some ribbon roses to put on one dress, and Mom was sure that her Mom couldn't do anything like that -- so they must have come from Santa.
One more year of believing......

 

IndianInlaw:
I remember my brother telling me there was no Santa and that your parents went out on Christmas Eve and bought everything (imagine the crowds :o). 

After we had gone to bed, my mother's aunt and uncle came to visit my parents.  I thought that was pretty inconsiderate. 

Instead of heating ducts in our upstairs, we merely had vents that allowed the air to come up from downstairs, we could actually see what was going on in the kitchen (but not the living room) by looking through one. I kept an eye on the proceedings and they drank a lot of coffee, but not a word about going shopping.

After they left, my parents went to bed and I cried like never before.

Wonder of wonder, we had gifts the next morning!

Proof there IS a Santa Claus.


(PS, my mom felt bad when I told her this, when I was in my 40's)

Shoo:

--- Quote from: IndianInlaw on December 25, 2006, 08:38:14 AM ---After they left, my parents went to bed and I cried like never before.

Wonder of wonder, we had gifts the next morning!

Proof there IS a Santa Claus.


--- End quote ---

Awwww, I love this story!  So you still believed in Santa after that, despite what your brother said?

IndianInlaw:
I think that was the last year, but it was enough.

Once I read that one family treated not believing in Santa Claus as a privilege.  You got to join the adults in perpetuating the legend for the younger children.

The person who related this was very happy to do so.

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