Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009 | Author: Pencil Bugs

santa36I don’t expect little kids to read my blog so I think it’s safe to write the truth here.

My parents were like most parents.  They lied about Santa, where he lived, how he delivered presents all over the world in just one night, and most of all, how he was real and that his reindeer could magically fly.

My grandparents live on a farm in North Dakota. Having been there many times and seeing the different animals they raise, I knew that animals couldn’t fly.  I was in kindergarten when I started to ask more questions about Santa and his reindeer.  I figured that if my grandpa’s cows couldn’t fly, then probably neither could reindeer.

So at age five, I came right out and asked Mom and Dad again if Santa was real. Apparently, they suspected that I might be too smart for them to continue the lie.  But before they confessed, they questioned why I was asking.

I proceeded to explain my logic.  There wasn’t much time for Mom to decide how to respond.  In a matter of minutes, she confessed everything and said how smart I was to figure it all out at such a young age.

After the Santa truth was revealed, Mom then told me that a lot of other kids probably still believed in Santa and his flying reindeer.  She said I had to be a big boy and make sure I didn’t tell the other kids what I had learned so I wouldn’t spoil it for them.

I agreed not to tell.

Just because I had figured out that Santa wasn’t real, it didn’t spoil the fun and excitement of Christmas for me.  Mom and Dad still hide one present until Christmas eve and then put it under the tree for Christmas morning with a tag that says, To Jason, From Santa.

Santa doesn’t have to be real to make Christmas magical.

Leave me a comment and tell me how and when you or your kids learned the Santa Truth?

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  1. Lisa Vinton says:

    I learned about Santa when I was 7. Honestly, it was devastating. I was such a believer – as a matter of fact, I KNOW I saw him fly out the window once after leaving gifts. So, when I heard the noise downstairs the following year, I had to peek. And I’ll be darned if it wasn’t my parents putting out gifts with different wrapping! Wrapping paper that wasn’t the same as the rest of the gifts. I must have gasped, because my mom told me to go upstairs! I prayed all night that, when I woke up, there would be more gifts with different wrapping paper…because then that would mean that Santa WAS real. But instead, there was nothing new…and I knew he was not real… I am still traumatized over it :-) just kidding! Merry Christmas!

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