Jumping on the bandwagon with Robyn and Erika here…
When did I stop believing in Santa?
I don’t think I can pinpoint an age or year… But I must have heard rumors about his alleged non-existence from my older sisters or something… Because what I remember most was trying to trick Santa, the Easter Bunny and the rest of the gang into getting caught. I would leave notes all over the house saying that they better leave the presents/basket/whatever… in my room otherwise I wouldn’t believe in them anymore… I don’t know what made me think threatening them would work… So anyway… My plan was to stay up and since they would be coming into my room I would be able to catch them. Well I think it was an Easter night that I woke up and saw my mom doing something in my closet. It was like 2am so I asked what she was doing. She said she was putting away laundry… at 2am?? You think she could have come up with something better like “I’m checking if he came yet.” or something… but anyway… I just fell back asleep and from then on I was sure none of them were real.
We also had a Santa that came to the party at my Grandma’s every year…. and the fact that Santa always looked like a relative that wasn’t at the party was always a bit suspicious… it was also suspicious when that person always showed up after Santa had left… Then there were the grown ups in the back of the room always trying to guess who Santa was that year… My grandma was always great at keeping it a secret… :smile
But I still enjoy pretending they are real… And my mom still makes sure to include a gift for everyone from Santa…







