Most of us remember when we heard the devastating news. The words that literally changed your life. You were no longer a child with a great imagination. No. You were now considered too old to fantasize and play make-believe.
I’m talking about when you found out the truth about Santa. Maybe your parents sat you down and decided it was time. Or maybe some punk kid at school told you. Mine was far worse than any of those. As much as I gripe and groan about some imaginary fat man getting all the credit for my hard work, i still want my son to believe for as long as possible. There’s just something so exciting about the kids believing so much in the magic of Christmas. It makes me wish i could still believe.
Now back to how i found out. Are you ready for this?? This was probably the worst way any child could ever find out.
I was in the fourth grade, only nine years old. Sure, the kids at school all said they didn’t believe and of course i went along with them. However, i really did still believe and thought those kids weren’t gonna get anything because they stopped believing. I don’t ever remember any of the kids saying it was the parents. It was more or less, “cool” to say you didn’t believe. So there i was, in class, right before the holidays, when my fourth grade teacher asked if anyone believed in Santa Clause. We all looked around and not one hand went up. I wasn’t gonna be the only kid to raise my hand and get made fun of. Thats when my whole life changed.
My fourth grade teacher told the entire class there was no Santa and it was our parents! My. Fourth. Grade. Teacher!!! I couldn’t believe my ears. I remember seeing the looks of horror on some of my classmates faces (not all but some). She had just confirmed my worst nightmare. Why did she have to ruin it for me? I loved believing!
Naturally, i went home and told my mom what Mrs. C (yup i even remember her name) said. My mother was so mad, called the school and Mrs. C was not allowed to return the following year. To this day, i still hold a grudge against that bitch teacher.
So, how did you or your kids find out?
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that is HORRIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I had a byoetch 4th grade teacher, too. But I found out about Santa when I saw my uncle getting dressed in the Santa suit before coming out our big family Christmas party. I was beyond bummed.
Holy Crow! Are you kidding me? That’s just plain mean. I can picture my mother and grandmother kidnapping that terrible woman and throwing her into the creek! thats terrible.
What a jerk! I have *never* told my kids! I’m sure the oldest ones are onto me by now–but they play along for fun and for the sake of the younger ones!!
OMG I cannot believe a teacher would do that! How messed up!
I remember how I found out, I was in my Mom’s purse, yes, I know I shouldn’t have been, but I was…not sure why either, but anyway, I was in fifth grade and found MY letter to Santa Clause, first off I am sure I was mad that my Mom had it, I mean, why would SHE have it…then I put two and two together, LOL
And of course, being true to one of my nicknames…MOUTH OF THE SOUTH…blabbed to the entire fifth grade…yup, I suck!
I honestly do not know exactly how my kids figured it out, but I will be honest, I find it easier now, LOL I still play it out, and I will until they leave home, I’m sure. But I know that they know, and they know that I know…and well, we live happily this way;) LOL
I think that is basically ruining the Christmas spirit. The true meaning of Santa and what he does can be used to teach kids about the spirit of giving, the history of Christmas and about the birth of Jesus.
People who blow it for others are JERKS