When Did You Stop Believing in Santa Claus?

How about something a little more light-hearted than our usual politics and social commentary fare? We had a discussion about a number of Christmas related topics with several friends at a Christmas party this past weekend, and the subject of our grandkids believing (or not believing) in Santa came up. I remember the last Christmas I believed in Santa like it was yesterday, even though it was 50 years ago tonight.

My grandparents moved into a new house sometime in the fall of 1954, so my parents and brother and sister and I decided to spend Christmas Eve at their house. I was just shy of my 10th birthday and was getting pretty skeptical about Santa’s existence. As I found out later, my parents and grandparents were determined to stretch the magic for one more year. To this day I still don’t know how they did it, but we heard the sound of Reindeer hooves on the roof and the sound of sleigh bells coming down their chimney. We all (well, obviously not ALL) ran out on the front lawn, and seeing nothing on the roof, we came back in, and all the presents were under the tree. Not only did it renew my faith in Santa for one more year, but I marveled at how smart Santa was to know that I was at my grandparents’ house that Christmas.

Anyone else have any Santa stories, or Christmas stories in general?

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5 thoughts on “When Did You Stop Believing in Santa Claus?

  1. Cluster December 24, 2014 / 1:52 pm

    Christmas is a magical time for young kids, or at least can be. I do remember Christmas Eve being the longest day of the year that I thought would never end when I was a kid.

    I want wish all of you a Merry Christmas and another safe, healthy and prosperous New Year. I know that can be an empty platitude sometimes but this is sincere. There are not enough people in this country who care enough to inform themselves on the issues of the day and then take the time to comment on them, so I thank you all for doing that.

    RIP Joe Cocker. We lost a great blues singer.

    • Retired Spook December 24, 2014 / 6:50 pm

      May the peace and spirit of the season be with you, my friend.

      Merry Christmas

  2. M. Noonan December 24, 2014 / 7:07 pm

    It was an older sibling who spilled it and let me know there wasn’t a Santa…I guess I was six or seven. I don’t recall being too upset about it…though I’ve spent a lot of time in my life not understanding that such myths are important…they are a desperate attempt by human being to recapture the sense of wonder that the world even exists. We grow too jaded – we aren’t startled by green grass or red roses. We should be – if for no other reason than they could as well been an entirely different color. Stories such as Santa – or any story with an Elvish air – should remind hearts grown cold that it is the awe that children feel that we’ll find the proper sense of gratitude…this may be why entering the Kingdom requires us to become as children.

  3. Tim December 25, 2014 / 7:33 pm

    While I am old and am certainly jaded in many respects, any mention or hint of disbelief in Santa is immediately quashed if not by my self then by my Wife as the agitprop that it is.

    While I have no evidence of Santa’s existence that would stand in Court of Law, disbelief of Santa is one thing that is not allowed in the GMB Household.

    🙂

    • Retired Spook December 25, 2014 / 8:11 pm

      We watched this made-for-TV Christmas movie last night, and I was a believer again by the end.

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