I Was__ Years Old When I Stop Believing In Santa

With my siblings, G. & A. and our cousin, D.D.

When I look back over my life, I can't even figure out how I even believed in Santa Claus as long as I did. My mother admits that she had no plans of teaching us about Santa. But since she had active grandparents like ours beating her to the punch on that lesson, she just rolled with it. Even then that should've just explained why A believed in Santa. Yes, she pretty much set some of the precedents on how things went with the kids in my family because my brother, who is older has special needs. But there is a 7 year age distance between my sister and me so, she should've stopped believing in Santa by the time I was old enough to believe in him. But I guess she was taught not to ruin it for me. So, I still believed in Santa Claus.

I guess I just wanted to believe in him. There were so many signs that he didn't exist in my home. Every year my mother would call me in to pick out 5 things out of the JC Penney or Sears Christmas catalogs, so she could call Santa with her order. Common sense said she was calling the store. I also grew up in in a home without a fireplace. So, when I asked how did Santa get in our home, I was told by my mother that he had a special doorbell that only adults could here. The crazy part is that was and still believable. We don't leave our doors unlocked and only acknowledge the doorbell (Knocking is purposely unheard).

Giving you face & shoulder

But leave it to Foundation church to haphazardly disprove my belief in Santa. Yes, I said haphazardly because how it happened was by chance and not on purpose. Oh, and yes, we had Santa Claus appearances at our programs. I think even in a few plays he was the "narrator" of the plays that taught us about the true meaning of Christmas. Our usual Sunday School teacher, my mother's buddy, we will call in this blog post, Aunt Erika was absent that Sunday. Well, Sister Kevin (RIP) (Yes, another blog post name) was our substitute. Sis. Kevin wrote some of the holidays plays for the youth, so I guess the superintendents thought it was ok for her to teach up that Sunday.

I loved that dress

Well, she decided to have question & answer time. Somebody asked was Santa real. And she said Jesus was Santa Claus. He was responsible for giving us gifts, Now, as an adult, I understand what she was trying to say. But I was not an adult. I knew then something was up. I came home and told my mother and she asked who told me that and shook her head. So, I started paying attention and that when I all the signs became clear. There was No Santa. I was eight years old

I kept my mouth closed for a year. But even when I did reveal my disbelief, I had to be a smart mouth. I almost didn't get Christmas gifts. The truth about Santa got "very real" that morning. But after everyone else finish opening gifts, my mother brought out a large gift bag saying Santa said he almost forgot since I didn't believe.

I have a feeling my mother conspired with Pau-Pau Santa & Granny Claus in hiding All my gifts. LoL SMH After that I was called in and asked what did I want out of the catalog so my mother could place the order to the store. Also, she placed the order in front of me.

So, that's how I stopped believing in Santa. But I still believe the true message of a baby that was born to save me from my sins. I don't remember ever not believing in that story. No matter what is not received on Christmas or in life, even, If one has Jesus that will always be enough.

Alrighty!!! You guys have a great holiday. Oh if you want to share your "I Was__ Years Old When I Stop Believing In Santa" stories below in the comments, Merry Christmas!!!

As Always, Talking to You in Adult Terms