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December 26th, 2007

post-holiday questions @ 01:25 pm

Christmas went well for the boys yesterday. The youngest went back and forth all day between his AquaDoodle set and a box of Legos, while the older two played together on the middle one's Lego Star Wars video game. I was surprised that our oldest, turning 11 next week, seemed the most excited that Santa had visited Christmas eve. I hope he keeps believing right along with his younger brothers, but I fear he won't for much longer and hope that when he does catch on he won't spoil it for them.

How did you finally figure out the whole "Santa" hoax? What tipped you off, and how old were you?

The giveaway for me was that Santa had Mom's handwriting. He never used the same wrapping paper she did, but I spotted Santa's paper in her closet one spring and that confirmed my suspicions. I was ten or eleven. I tried not to let on that I knew for a few years after that, not so much to keep from spoiling it for my kid brother as that I thought I'd get more stuff that way.
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Date:December 26th, 2007 07:01 pm (UTC)
Heh, well I never was in a situation to believe in Santa... but for many agnostics and athiests, it's a small step from realizing the Santa thing is a hoax to realizing a lot of Christianity might be the same...

the trick is, IMO, to stress that whether or not some of the things about Christianity are true or not isn't what matters -- what matters is the sense of community and belonging and stability and ethics that the right kind of religious upbringing can have, as well as the joy that it can bring to those younger than you, with the "magic" of it all.

But yea. Have you told them about the sex thing yet?
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Date:December 26th, 2007 09:13 pm (UTC)
I accidentally found one of my presents from Santa before it was wrapped one year. That was when I was brought into the "conspiracy" that everyone was Santa and that we shared the responsiblity for doing his generous work. I was eleven and it made be feel more "grown-up" that I was old enough to be trusted with being part of being Santa. To some degree or other I've tried to help out here and there and make sure that Christmas was a special day when it looks like it might not be.
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Date:December 26th, 2007 09:29 pm (UTC)
Hopefully that'll work with Jake, getting him in on it so he won't play spoiler. Thanks for the suggestion.
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Date:December 27th, 2007 05:04 am (UTC)
Quite honestly I can't recall what the tip off was! I do know at around the age of 9 I KNEW Santa didn't exist. Growing up in a poor house, you grow up very quickly. It certainly explained a lot of things, but I conspired with my mother to keep the revelation from my little half sister for as long as we could.
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Date:December 27th, 2007 08:22 am (UTC)
I honestly don't remember ever believing in Santa in the sense that I believed there was a real santa who delivered toys etc. I believed in santa as a part of christmas just as much as I believed in Rudolph and Charlie Brown and all the other christmas specials.

I was reverse-confused, by the first time that I ever heard a radio report of tracking Santa. We were living in Iceland at the time. Daddy was stationed at the base in Keflavik, and the base radio aired reports from the Greenland tracking station, purporting to track Santa. i was confused, because I didn't think there was a real santa, so what were these grown-ups thinking?

We learned about the nativity story from as early as I can remember, and about St. Nicholas and the different Christmas customs around the world from when I was school age.
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Date:December 28th, 2007 09:13 pm (UTC)
I don't remember how old I was, but yeah, Santa had mom's handwriting. Plus I got up late one night to go to the bathroom and they were bringing the stuff in from the car. I didn't say anything, they didn't say anything, and I continued to get stuff from Santa. Usual for my family. :)

I have since come to feel that yes, we are all responsible for "being" Santa and passing on the good feelings and the sharing. He's the personification of the spirit of the holidays. I kind of like that better than some dude sitting in judgement of kids, saying you've been good or bad; alternately, giving bad kids gifts anyway. I never liked that bit.

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