I'm bumming, my son found out there isn't a Santa :(

[skyedogrocks]

My 9 yo (4th grade) son has been asking for the past month if Santa really exists and I have been telling him yes all along.  Well, yesterday when I picked him up from school he was very adament in asking if Santa was real.  I guess some kids at school told him no that it's the parents who give gives.  Well last night Rob and I told him the truth.  His little face fell to the floor and he was so bummed.  I'm so sad and I feel horrible, I wish Rob didn't talk me into telling him.     We only had 1 year of him believing in Santa and I just loved it, now I feel a bit of the majic has gone.  I did explain to him that there is still Christmas majic and that it's a wonderful time of the year.  I told him to keep believing in the grace of people and to always help others.  Kids find out so young these days, I was in the 5th grade when I found out.

Here's my other fear, the kid now knows we give him the goods on Christmas  , the hunt for toys is now on!  Yikes! 

[Rerun]

Why do you say you only had one year of him believing in Santa?

[twirl]

he has two loving parents
what else could any Santa give him
 

a neighbor told her son there was no Santa b/c she did not want her son to grow up and think she lied to him
in return, he told every kid on the block
my children were all young
she also killed one of my cats b/c it got in her yard
her husband hauled it off and left it some place
now - everytime I see her at a football game I point her out and tell people she killed my cat
she gets embarrassed
I told my children that they can believe what they want but I would be a little concerned if Santa thought I did not believe in him -
that bitch had no right to ruin Christmas for my husband
he loves Santa and Christmas

that Christmas moning my children separated their gifts and Stasie said that there must be a Santa--- mon and dad could never afford this

their "anta taught school, coached every sport and drove a bread truck on Sundays to be able to afford Christmas
I was not teaching at the time -- three young children and Missy still needed me at home
I went back to teaching when Bubba was in kindergarten
there are lots of different "Santas" in this world

[skyedogrocks]

Why do you say you only had one year of him believing in Santa?

Because he has only been with us for 16 months, we are in the process of adopting him.

[boxman55]

I still believe in Santa Claus, in fact I insist that cookies and milk and oh ya, a roast beef sandwich be put out Christmas Eve for him. There is never anything left by morning...Boxman

[paris]

Last year, when one of my granddaughtes asked me about Santa, I asked if there were other things she believed in but couldn't see---like God?   She thought long and hard and decided maybe there really is a Santa.   

Boxman, I believe, too!   

[kellyt]

Come up with some wonderful "plan" that will jolt him back into believing!!!   Then you can say, "Well, I THOUGHT Santa wasn't real!  Maybe I was WRONG!!!"  Then he can believe like he should!

Maybe mail him a letter from Santa telling him that he heard some kids were telling him that he doesn't exist.  But it's not true.  Then have "Santa" tell him some things that he wants for Christmas and such.  I don't know.  I don't have kids, but I remember when my brother pointed out all the gifts for me in my parents closet I was devistated.

OH...  instead of putting the letter through USPS, mist it with water and put it in the freezer so it looks like it came straight from the North Pole!!!  Then bring it in with the mail!!!!!!  Go get a really cute Christmas sticker for the "stamp", maybe one of Santa or Rudolf.  You can do it!   Make him believe!!!!!!!!!!!!   

[Ang]

my  daughter still  believes  in  santa  9  years  old.


about  10  days  ago  we  where  going  through  the  shopping  centre(mall)

she still won't  get  a  photo  with  santa,walking  past  santa  she  said  thats

just  a  man  in  a  suit,  so  i  askes  whats  the  difference  between  this  santa  and  the  1  that

brings  presents,"the  real  santa  has  got  reindeers"

 i'm now  up  to  speed  with  this  santa  stuff.

[kitkatz]

My husband disillusioned our girls about Santa when we walked down the mall and he referred to Santa as the Fat Ba**ard.  Yes, he DID do this!  My kids knew from an early age Santa was not real. We laugh every time we see a Santa in a mall. We all call him this now! Yes I know it is tasteless, but what can I say about the hubby!

[pelagia]

Our answer has always been "Santa comes on Christmas Eve if you believe he will."  It works!  My 18 year old still believes... 

[mikey07840]

I Believe.  All of you who don't believe in Santa are just wrong.  Queen Ruth believes too.

[skyedogrocks]

I told him that we still believe in Christmas Majic and that each and everyone of us has Santa inside of us.  Each time we donate our time, money, clothes, food, that we are being Santa and that's all year round.  He really liked that and felt proud that he does all of that.  Each year we give to a child who is part of DSS here in Mass, we have the most fun with that.  Brendan loved being a part of it last year. 

So last night at dinner he asks where do we keep all of the presents.  I knew that one was coming!  Rob told him that we keep them at family and friends house.  He was bummed, but I know he will be on the hunt for them now! 

[jessup]

I believe in Santa - I'm 44 yrs old
sister doesn't believe in Santa - she's 41

I always get more presents than her because Santa only comes to those who believe in Him.

My nieces (aged 6 and 11) are believers too because every year they get a (one) special present to them from Santa. And they see how I get one more present than their Mum.

KellyT's suggestion is magic too

[MIbarra]

a neighbor told her son there was no Santa b/c she did not want her son to grow up and think she lied to him
in return, he told every kid on the block
my children were all young
she also killed one of my cats b/c it got in her yard
her husband hauled it off and left it some place

Twirl, you have very bad neighbors.. very bad!

Stasie said that there must be a Santa--- mon and dad could never afford this

     

their "Santa taught school, coached every sport and drove a bread truck on Sundays to be able to afford Christmas

Awww! What a sweet hubby/dad!

[Restorer]

I've heard some good rationalizations for the apparent contradictions of Santa. My favorite was overheard in a mall, from a kid walking behind me, talking to his mom:

Boy: "I know that's not really Santa." (referring to the mall Santa)
Mom: "Oh?"
Boy: "Yeah, it's just one of his elves that he made look like himself with magic. 'Cause Santa can't be in every mall every day."

 

[Wattle]

Come up with some wonderful "plan" that will jolt him back into believing!!!   Then you can say, "Well, I THOUGHT Santa wasn't real!  Maybe I was WRONG!!!"  Then he can believe like he should!

Maybe mail him a letter from Santa telling him that he heard some kids were telling him that he doesn't exist.  But it's not true.  Then have "Santa" tell him some things that he wants for Christmas and such.  I don't know.  I don't have kids, but I remember when my brother pointed out all the gifts for me in my parents closet I was devistated.

OH...  instead of putting the letter through USPS, mist it with water and put it in the freezer so it looks like it came straight from the North Pole!!!  Then bring it in with the mail!!!!!!  Go get a really cute Christmas sticker for the "stamp", maybe one of Santa or Rudolf.  You can do it!   Make him believe!!!!!!!!!!!!   

    Come on you can do it!!!

I have done every trick in the book. You could also leave sooty hand prints all over the place. My kids really loved them. The dogs paws make fantastic muddy reindeer prints too. Half eat and drink everything left out. Just use your imagination.

My kids and I will always believe in Santa.

[Katonsdad]

Happy Holidays All . 

I have been a Santa Helper for many years  .  As someone else stated  The Real Santa can not be
everywhere every day .    It is a great feelig to portray the "Big Guy"

My 7 year old son has seen me in my suit and still believes . He knows I work for Santa . And that he
needs to be good  to get presents .

You can try this to help you son Believe again ..... Go to the local mall where they have an Angel Tree .
take a wish list or 2  and let your son pick out the presents and turn them back in . He will feel like
Santa himself knowing he has helped a person who might not get anything for Christmas .  He will not
see the child get the present but neither does Santa , He will feel the magic .

My son does not believe in the Tooth fairy because I aint wearing no tights and wings !!!!!!!

Katonsdad

[paul.karen]

 

Ah come on try the tights and wings just for one photo session.


Santa is in our hearts as well 

[Katonsdad]

Me , working

[thegrammalady]

i still remember when my dad told me santa was getting too fat to eat so many cookies and we should leave him crackers and cheese and a glass of wine.

[Joe Paul]

The Truth About Santa Claus
==================

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma.
I was just a kid.

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the
day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus,"
she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to
her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.

I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth
always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of
her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous,
because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites,
I told her everything. She was ready for me.

"No Santa Claus?" She snorted... "Ridiculous! Don't believe it.
That rumor Has been going around for years, and it makes me mad,
plain mad! Now, put On your coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my
second world-famous cinnamon bun.

"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store
in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we
walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That
was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and
buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in
the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my
mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself.
The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to
finish their Christmas shopping. For a Few moments I just
stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill,
wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my Friends, my
neighbors, the kids at school, and the people who went to my
church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby
Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he
sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never
went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote
a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we
kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have
a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing
excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it.
It looked real warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the
counter asked Kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really
needed a Good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put
the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag
fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in
Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa
Claus" on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on
secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house,
explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially,
one of Santa's Helpers. Grandma parked down the street from
Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the
bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All
right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the
present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to
the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited
breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open.
Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent
shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That
night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus
were just what Grandma said they were: Ridiculous.

Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have The Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside:
$19.95.

[KT0930]

Great story, JP!

When I was in third grade and my brother was in fifth, my parents knew that my brother was past believing and I was beginning to question whether Santa was real. We always went to the midnight service at church on Christmas eve, so that year they figured out a plan. When we got home from church, Santa had already been there, and it looked like he wasn't expecting us home so soon. The bikes were there and put together, and some of the presents were wrapped, but a few were only partially wrapped. Also, right beside the fireplace was a white glove with red trim covered in soot stains. It wasn't until much later that I asked Mom how they had done that, since they were both at church with us...our neighbor Mr. Williford will always be Santa to me.   

[Katonsdad]

At 45 years old I have played Santa for over 20 years .  First for head start children at a City funded school.
I did it as a favor to a lady I had volunteered for before .   This kids were given gifts and candy .  I enjoyed seeing the
joy on these kids faces for a long time , Later I recieved a long banner from the children , thanking me for the
gifts and candy .  I should have thanked them . IT WAS GREAT .

Later the same lady asked if  I could help out a local mall with their Santa visits and as I rode to the mall in a fire truck
to see the kids I was hooked .  I did the part for several years .   My most memorable time was a woman came up and wanted
to sit on Santas lap .  She stated that she was 90 years old and had neber had the chance to sit there for a picture .
Let me tell you Santas smile was huge and his eyes glistened from tears . 

It was all make up and costume but there was something special about putting that suit on . You have to believe in him
to be able to pull the whole thing together . Attitude , talk and joy .     

If you believe in the magic of Santa Claus you will always believe .   You can not forget all those years and toys of
knowing he is real , Nor  the time put into making you believe .

Katonsdad

[skyedogrocks]

Beautiful story JP!

I told my son that Santa helps out those who need it most.  He really wants to believe in Santa and is sad about the truth.  However, each year we sponder a child from Massachusetts DSS, this year it was a little 6 yo girl who wanted Barbie's.  We went last Saturday to buy her all kinds of Barbie's and Barbie accessories.  We have so much doing this.  Rob delivered the presents to the local radio station who sponsored this and they were so thankful and happy for the help.  This is the 2nd year that my son was able to join us in this tradition.  I told my son that we were Santa by helping out those who needed it.  He loved the feeling it gave him to help out.

[pelagia]

thanks JP.