I stopped believing at 7 or 8, I think. Because I was a rotten kid I would actually make sure to fall asleep under the tree to make it harder for my mother to maintain the illusion. Then, on Christmas day I was sleepy and overstimulated, and apt to throw fits. I truly deserved the lump of coal.
Now I played with my Barbies until 13+ because I wasn't ready to give 'em up.
As late as last week I was cuddling a stuffed animal at work.
I was about 11 or 12 when I figured out the enormancy of Santa's task. How many houses, how much time at each house, travel time, etc. And a reindeer and sleigh not being air-worthy...
But I also realized that there were many people like my father who through his VFW post collected food and toys for the needy. When I was a older teen, I recall him telling my mom about one house were he dropped off food for Christmas dinner and some presents to a single mom with two kids a few days before Christmas. He said she kept repeating, "I didn't know what I was going to do."
At this time of year it seems that people can be nicer, people are more caring, and things happen that can not be easily explained. Is it Santa? Maybe not. I know there isn't a workshop at the north pole. And the man is more myth than flesh and blood. But I choose to believe in him.
From one of the many Santa specials, "Lot's of unhappiness?(In the world) Maybe so. But doesn't Santa take a little bit of that unhappiness away? Doesn't a smile on Christmas morning scratch out a tear cried on a sadder day? Not much maybe. But what would happen if we all tried to be like Santa and learned to give as only he can give: of ourselves, our talents, our love and our hearts? Maybe we could all learn Santa's beautiful lesson and maybe there would finally be peace on Earth and good will toward men."
And from another recent Santa movie, "This bell is a wonderful symbol of the spirit of Christmas- as am I. Just remember, the true spirit of Christmas lies in your heart."
Santa is alive in the hearts of everyone who keeps the true spirit of Christmas.
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My parents, teachers, TV - all told me he was real. I had no reason to doubt. I didn't have many friends, and though I did hear the "Santa isn't real" line every once in a while, I treated it the same way as someone telling me "God doesn't exist" - I pitied the poor heathens for having lost their faith.
I was pretty pissed off when I realized that not only was it untrue, but it wasn't the religious we-honestly-belive-it's-true kind of mistake but a purposeful deceit. I'm still sore about it, to tell the truth.
So, I stopped believeing in Santa at 15. That realization radically changed the way I processed the information I was given.
I became an atheist at 16.
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