Santa Claus

So i was just thinking about this toinght. How did everyone realize that Santa Claus was not real.

What do you mean he's not real?

You Stole My Thread Idea! Jerk!

You Stole My Thread Idea! Jerk!

Then I retract my vote for you as Hottest ES Member.

You Stole My Thread Idea! Jerk!

Hell hath no fury...

Anyway, I don't remember the particular moment....just figured it out.

Just Kidding Meredith. Your still hot.

I don't remember honestly. I think it was some combination of friends at school, and a small bit of deductive reasoning on my part.

I'll tell you what, though. One of the worst days of my life was when I ruined it for my brother. I guess he was probably seven, and I honestly thought he already knew. We were at the mall with my parents, and he was talking about wanting to go see Santa. I guess I was about 10 at the time, and was WAY too cool for such things.

So anyway, we were standing in a six-mile long line with him, waiting to see the jolly ol' elf, when he got sick of waiting. He asked mom if we could come back later, and I said something to the effect of, "Well, I wouldn't worry about it. There's no such thing as Santa anyway."

He got the bottom lip quiver going, and my mom stared a friggin' dagger through me. She didn't say a word, but that was about as pissed off as I've ever seen her. Ended up being the first of many times in my life I felt about one inch tall. :doh:

Just Kidding Meredith. Your still hot.

Is she cute when she's mad though?

Not to hijack, but tell a girl she's cute when she's mad, she gets even more pissed off and even cuter. Love it.

My mom simply gave me the receipts with all my gifts when I was 8.

Is she cute when she's mad though?

Not to hijack, but tell a girl she's cute when she's mad, she gets even more pissed off and even cuter. Love it.

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Awwe. I always thought Santa was real. But one day, at the bus-stop, the boys were telling me he wasn't. On Christmas Eve, I asked my mom. I think I was in 5th grade. And she said NO!! I WAS MORTIFIED! BROKEN! DEPRESSED! Lol. I cried myself to sleep. She still feels guilty to this day.

See for yourself. Last page of the ES Awards thread.

I haven't seen that thread...oh well, whatever. I'll take your word for it.

I never had that one traumatizing moment... I guess I just kind of figured it out on my own and was quite comfortable with it.

I was around 6 or 7, Sunday school. I was so excited about Santa Claus coming and was telling my cousin what I told Santa I wanted. He started laughing at me and said "you still believe in Santa?" I was like "of course, you don't". He's like "dude, grow up there's no such thing as Santa." I started crying, I was confused and distraught about who was going to bring me presents if Santa wasn't real. My cousin proceeded to tell me that my parents were actually Santa. I didn't believe him because my Dad, the preacher had just asked me that morning on the way to church what I wanted Santa to bring me.

So, after Sunday school I went to my Dad and asked him what was up and he took me around the side of the church, sat me on the tailgate and explained to me the dealio on Santa. I was still crushed but understood, my Dad had a way with words, he was a Baptist preacher you know.

It's all good though, I returned the favor to my cousin when I banged his girlfriend in High School. Who got he last laugh now biotch! Don't think that didn't go through my mind when I was doing the deed. "Ho, ho, ho who wouldn't know, down by the river with my cousins chick, she's bouncing up and down on my.............. pogo stick.

Merry Christmas cuzz. :laugh: Hey, I'm a hillbilly from WV, whattya expect?

i never really bought in to that crap, but then again i never really bought into the whole god thing either...

When I saw this.

I was around 6 or 7, Sunday school. I was so excited about Santa Claus coming and was telling my cousin what I told Santa I wanted. He started laughing at me and said "you still believe in Santa?" I was like "of course, you don't". He's like "dude, grow up there's no such thing as Santa." I started crying, I was confused and distraught about who was going to bring me presents if Santa wasn't real. My cousin proceeded to tell me that my parents were actually Santa. I didn't believe him because my Dad, the preacher had just asked me that morning on the way to church what I wanted Santa to bring me.

So, after Sunday school I went to my Dad and asked him what was up and he took me around the side of the church, sat me on the tailgate and explained to me the dealio on Santa. I was still crushed but understood, my Dad had a way with words, he was a Baptist preacher you know.

It's all good though, I returned the favor to my cousin when I banged his girlfriend in High School. Who got he last laugh now biotch! Don't think that didn't go through my mind when I was doing the deed. "Ho, ho, ho who wouldn't know, down by the river with my cousins chick, she's bouncing up and down on my.............. pogo stick.

Merry Christmas cuzz. :laugh: Hey, I'm a hillbilly from WV, whattya expect?

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I found out from my childhood neighbor Brad, he also told me about the birds and the bees. I can't figure out which was more traumatizing. I must have been maybe 8 years old or so.

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Christmas day 1997, when we got up to see what Santa brought for our 9 month old son and there was nothing there.

Isn't he owned by coca cola

Isn't he owned by coca cola

lol only the look not Santa himself

I almost found out when I was 7. There were 2 older kids, brothers, who were Jehovah's Witness. They insisted to all of us on the school bus that Santa wasn't real. I started to get really upset, and looked to the older kids for the truth. Some other kids told them that Santa WAS real, and they better stop saying otherwise, or ELSE. Well, they kept going, and ELSE became punches. :doh: Afterwards, I felt better that Santa was real because the older kids reassured me, and they also won the fight.

'Tis the season! :laugh:

Oh, and one of the best parts about parenting, is when you become Santa. I'm going to let my kids believe in him for as long as possible.

Well, they kept going, and ELSE became punches. :doh: Afterwards, I felt better that Santa was real because the older kids reassured me, and they also won the fight.

Merry Christmas, foo. I got you a whuppin'!

I was around 5 or 6 years old. When my brother was 7 or 8 he was getting mad at the presents that "Santa" was giving him, so my mom said to my brother and I that there was no Santa Clause, and she was Santa.

Christmas day 1997, when we got up to see what Santa brought for our 9 month old son and there was nothing there.

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