I found out there was no Santa when I was about 6 or 7. Even tho I had my own room at my grandparent's home, I always slept in the bed with Muda. {Man I miss those days.}
Muda had this huge bed (for those who have been to my home, it was just like mine). I'm a very wild sleeper & I used to have a tendency to fall out of the bed on occasion. This particular Christmas Eve, I fell out of the bed & when I got up Muda was gone. Now this wasn't unusual because she was a night owl & was always up piddling around. I went to the kitchen 1st because that's where I usually found her, but tonight she wasn't there. I went to Papa's room & he was gone too! {Muda & Papa's separate rooms will be blogged about soon.}
I went back to Muda's room when I heard voices. I realized the voices were coming from the living room. I tiptoed to the living room & there they were! Muda & Papa putting our gifts under the tree! My eyes damn near popped outta my head. I tiptoed back to Muda's room & climbed in bed. I don't think slept a wink after getting a glimpse of what was under that tree for me.
I was so happy the next morning I think I laid in bed just long enough for day to break & off to the living room I went! I was a little mad woman ripping open boxes & ripping off bows.
A few hours later my Mama & Bill show up with these 2 huge hefty bags with the stuff "Santa left at their house" for us. I was in heaven!
I later whispered to my mama that I knew there was no Santa Claus, but she disagreed. I kept telling her I knew the truth & she finally asked me how did I "think" I knew. I told her I saw Muda & Papa putting the gifts under the tree the night before. She made me promise never to tell my sister & I never did.
Now the funny part of this story is that my mother, God rest her soul, was a hateful wench, (her mother's words, not mine). She knew there was no Santa and my granny warned her not to tell my uncle because he still believed. Well my mama, got in a mood and when my uncle was talking about Santa, his loving big sis said, "C'mere boy! (dragging him to my grandmother's closet) Ain't no damn Santa Claus!" Legend has it that my uncle burst into tears & told my granny what happened when she got home & my granny beat the dogsled shit outta my hateful ass mama for ruining her baby boy's Christmas.
(my grannie and pawpaw had separate rooms too...i think it's something about the time they grew up).
ReplyDeleteAnyways, i stopped when i was 9 (nine) and i caught my mother wrapping gifts and putting them under the tree. Step back in time before i found out and my parents were the type that would allow us to set out cookies and milk for Santa who later that morning would appear at the house. Yes indeed a fat, white, jolly man ( i think he worked with them or something...my parents worked at the same company) would show up at the house and stay for a couple of hours while we opened presents. Don't ask me why i never caught on that he wasn't real even after seeing him leaving with a 6-pack *giggles* (by the way when i find that picture i'm posting it).
I know there is not Santa now but i still respect the thought and i wouldn't ruin it for anyone's child.
Dog sled shit? Girl we are soooooooo much like our Grandmothers that we talk like them(I know you aint get "dog sled shit" from your co-workers lol. Mine was when my momma n nem had a lil too much partying and I got up to nothing under the tree cuz their ass was late getting up. What a big let down, but I was scared of department store santa's...I'd freak out, they always smelled like piss and beer and that was NOT a good combination....I'on know how I could believe in santa and be afraid of the santa's I saw in the street lol.
ReplyDeleteI found out when I was 8 Santa was fake. I heard Mama and Granny stuffing presents under the tree and peeked down to see them. I didn't say anything because I was afraid if they found out, I wouldn't get anything for Christmas if I didn't believe in Santa no more. As far as they knew, I grew outta it and Granny Believed it until the day she died. I told my Mother what REALLY happened after Granny died and Mama was THRILLED the day I told her I didn't believe in Santa no more. She hated the whole thing. Granny was the one who told me all about it and Mama just went along with it...unwillingly, that is.
ReplyDeleteI forgot when I found out, but I get a kick out of telling kids today that Santa's either dead or in jail, so no toys for you this year...
ReplyDeleteLOLOLOLOLOL!
ReplyDeleteI think I was 7 or 8 and when I discovered some toys hidden in the closet days before Christmas, and those very same toys appeared under the tree on C-mas day. My mom continued the charade well into middle school. She was horrible (and I do mean HORRIBLE) at hiding the presents. She would slide a whole rack of board games under her bed, and then would have me to make her bed up everyday after school. WTH...LOL
ReplyDeleteAnyway, my kids believe ----thanks to their peers who introduced the Santa concept to them. Me and the Mister were on the same page in that we didn't want our kids giving Santa credit for our hard work. But since the are only kids, and they only have their childlike innocence for so long, we go along with it.
I'm kind of pissed about that decision at the moment, because somehow this evening I must go to mom's house to retrieve and wrap the gifts. LOL