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~Today's Question: We would like to know what is your favorite holiday memory from your childhood.~
This is a tough question, because since I have had children I have a hard time remembering much these days other than what events are going on.
The Christmas I do remember the most is the year my sister and I realized Santa wasn't real. After we turned a certain age I think my mom just didn't care whether or not we believed because this one Christmas she was off her game. Weeks before Christmas my mom starts putting presents under the tree just to make us kids go crazy with anticipation. My sister and I would try anything to sneak and find out how we could figure out what we were getting without defiling the wrapping job. We got really good at figuring out which boxes were filled with clothes and which ones contained Barbies... if you played with Barbies that box was unmistakable!
Well that Christmas the presents were out early like always, so like always my sister and I went out to try and guess what we were getting. This year the tag on the packages caught my eye. The gift tag said To: Allison From: Santa. Yes three weeks early the packages from Santa were already under the tree. I was determined to figure it out so Christmas Eve I was going to find out the truth! In our house we had floor heaters, so in the hallway I could look through the heater to the living room! We found out so much that way. That night my sister and I crawled to the floor heater and watched my mom and dad put together baby buggies. We went back to bed and that morning our baby buggies were sitting there under the tree from "Santa". I know my my mom would have been upset that her little girls no longer believed in Santa, so we played along a couple more years and then we broke the news to her gently! My sister and I still get a kick out this story every year!!
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Aww, your poor mom! But how sweet that you played along!
to this day I don't remember how I found out that Santa wasn't real, maybe because my mom still tells me if " If you stop believeing he stops coming"
I BELIEVE MAMA!!!
HA HA HA
Oh no! What a horrible way to find out Santa isn't real. I hear you on not remember your own childhood Christmases. Reading all these posts is helping to bringing up a lot of similar memories.
Cute story!!! All I remember is sitting on the couch folding clothes with my mom and very non-chalantly saying, I know there isn't a Santa. She didn't deny it. But I still felt the need to go on and tell her why.....the same candy Santa put in our stockings, was in our pantry and the same wrapping paper that was on the presents, was in my parents closet.
It's much more fun to believe!!!!
What a great story, but I'm sure it was sad to see mom playing Santa when you were little.
i remember the year i realized that my mom and santa had the same handwriting!
That is a cute story
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