Originally Posted By EdisYoda All I know is that "The Big Guy" lives at the North Pole with "Mrs Big Guy", a bunch of toy making elves and Reindeer. Once a year he flys around the world giving out presents for all good boys and girls (of all ages). And none of you can tell me any differently!
Originally Posted By LuLu I don't remember exactly when it was, but I do remember being allowed to help with "Santa work" for the younger siblings, once I knew. I'll never forget that feeling of helping to "pull the wool over their eyes." It felt very deceitful - so much so that, as a parent, I downplayed Santa. I didn't want to be the bad guy and say he didn't exist, but I just never talked much about him. I asked DrFL if she remembers finding out about Santa, and she doesn't remember when, but remembers getting presents from Santa years after she already knew. She remembers believing in him at one point b/c she got a toy that she had wanted and never told anyone about I do remember her finding out about the Easter Bunny from a storybook I read her! She doesn't remember this, but she was very upset about it, and angry with me (at least that's how I took it at the time!).
Originally Posted By disneydad109 I was under the impression that you were saying that santa "was playing for the other team".All the red velvet and fur if you know what i mean.
Originally Posted By wonderingalice I was eight... Found a receipt on my dad's garage work bench for the toboggan we got from Santa that year. I played along without telling my parents because I thought it meant we'd get fewer presents. *LOL* (Money was always tight while I was growing up. My parents went a long time without new shoes for themselves to make sure that my brother and I had what we needed - and a great Christmas every year.) I also screwed things up for my parents once. Being naturally curious (that's Alice's thing, right? ;-) I peeked in the shopping bags in their closet and revealed one of my brother's gifts to him. He was young and dumb - told my mom. Then came the guilt trip... The gift I revealed was supposed to come from Santa and now my parents had to go out and buy another gift. Just one of my many dip-doo (the nicer term for it) moments throughout my life. ;-)
