Most people I know had friends tell them about the wonder-crushing truth behind the man in red. I, however, found out completely by accident. I would write to Santa each year, and each year received a letter back. Obviously, I saved every letter because that dude is famous! What sparked my skeptism was a note my dad wrote me to excuse me from a phys ed. class one day. I recognized the stationary. So in CSI fashion, I compared the note to a letter Santa had written me, the paper was the same, the handwriting was the same, I brought the evidence to my dad and he confirmed my speculation. In that instant, my child-like wonder was lost. That was the day I not only lost Santa, but the Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny and the concept of magic all together. Crushed.8.10.08
The Day I found out the truth...
Most people I know had friends tell them about the wonder-crushing truth behind the man in red. I, however, found out completely by accident. I would write to Santa each year, and each year received a letter back. Obviously, I saved every letter because that dude is famous! What sparked my skeptism was a note my dad wrote me to excuse me from a phys ed. class one day. I recognized the stationary. So in CSI fashion, I compared the note to a letter Santa had written me, the paper was the same, the handwriting was the same, I brought the evidence to my dad and he confirmed my speculation. In that instant, my child-like wonder was lost. That was the day I not only lost Santa, but the Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny and the concept of magic all together. Crushed.
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I can't remember how old I was when I accepted the truth. I was on the fence for a long time and in grade 1 amd 2 we would have lengthy debates about it where I would present evidence to support/debunk both arguments.
wait...there's no santa!?! wtf!
Man that would make a great story book....probably not so much for kids....hummm it be a hard sell.
wicked illustration though.
this is great... and soul crushing....
I recognized my mom's wrapping paper on our presents from Santa, and her handwriting on the cards. I was proud of myself for figuring it out...but I made such a big deal out of it Christmas morning and ruined the Santa myth for my little brother too. Whoops.
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