The Christmas Faker

I'm going to revisit a topic I talk about years ago. I Was ____ Years Old when I Stopped Believing in Santa. A reader emailed me the question and I decided to talk about it again. Well, copy, paste and edit the original post. *wink* Oh, I'll give you new pictures.

I can't even figure out how I believed in Santa Claus as long as I did. Muh Diva 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 my sister and older cousins believed in Santa. There is a 7 year age distance between my sister, A and me, but I guess she was taught not to ruin it for me. 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 with gas heaters. So, when I asked how did Santa get in our home, I was told by Muh Diva that he had a special doorbell that only adults could hear. Gosh, I was impressionable.

8 Years Old
Christmas Night

But leave it to "Foundation" church to haphazardly disprove my belief in Santa. 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 one Sunday. Well, Sister Kevin, the youth program playwright (RIP) (Yes, a blog post name) was our substitute. Sis. Kevin decided to have question & answer time. Somebody asked was Santa real. And she said Jesus was Santa Claus. He was responsible for giving us all our gifts, Now, as an adult, I understand what she was trying to say. But I was not an adult then. 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 all the signs became clear. There Was No Santa. I was eight years old.

I kept my mouth closed for a year. But when I did reveal my disbelief, I smarted off. The truth about Santa got "very real" that Christmas morning. After everyone else finished 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 After that when I was called in and asked what I wanted out of the catalog, Muh Diva placed the order in front of me.

That my Santa disbelief story. I do wholeheartedly believe the true message of a baby that was born to save me from my sins. I don't remember ever disbelieving 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 and share your "I Was ___ Years Old When I Stopped Believing In Santa" stories below in the comments.

Merry Christmas!!!

Happy Holidays!!!

As Always, Talking to You in Adult Terms