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velvetpage ([personal profile] velvetpage) wrote2011-12-24 02:36 pm
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Writer's Block: Santa Claus is coming to town

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I think around seven or eight. I know I definitely didn't believe anymore by the age of nine; I remember my best friend's mother taking me aside and asking me not to discuss Santa around her children. She was very nice about it and I stopped immediately.

[identity profile] stress-kitten.livejournal.com 2011-12-24 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I was 7. I know I saw a game on the top of the storage units and then it was given by Santa to my sister. I was very careful at that point to not say anything that might disillusion my sister and brother about it. Didn't want to spoil it for them.

[identity profile] zorinlynx.livejournal.com 2011-12-24 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I figured it out when I noticed, at the age of 7 or 8, that "Santa" uses the same wrapping paper as my mom. When I asked my mom about it, she tried to deflect the question, which in retrospect I find funny and adorable.

I actually have video of this, as my father had just bought a video camera (the old fashioned kind that plugged into a portable VCR on the floor) and filmed the whole thing on VHS.

[identity profile] kisekileia.livejournal.com 2011-12-27 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I was seven. I liked to read the Sesame Street parents' magazine that came with my sister's Sesame Street magazine, and the former had an article about telling your kids about Santa. My parents told me not to read it but, knowing me, probably figured I would give into temptation eventually (I had a habit of illicitly borrowing the parenting books from the shelves in my mom's closet), and told me themselves.