Q. Tell the Truth About Santa?: My husband and I are parents to a 3-year-old girl. We are divided on the subject of Santa. Right now, our daughter believes in Santa and hasn’t asked any questions about his special brand of magic. I think that once she does start asking questions, we should tell her the truth in a kind way, i.e. “The idea of Santa—of loving and giving—is very real, but he’s not a real person. But now you get to be part of the idea of Santa.” My husband thinks we should keep the story going with creative answers until our daughter is old enough to just come out and say, “I know Santa isn’t real, you guys, cut it out.” I feel very dishonest about this and worry that our daughter would feel hurt by the extreme steps we took to keep her in the dark just so we could enjoy the innocence and magic for a little while longer. What are your thoughts on this?
A: I don’t know of anyone who feels harmed or mislead by their parents indulging in the magic of Santa, the Easter bunny, or the tooth fairy. When my daughter was in kindergarten she said to me with great passion, “Mom, I have to know—I have to know!—is the tooth fairy real or is it you and Dad? I have to know, Mom!” So, I told her, but said that she had to keep the news to herself because lots of her classmates still believed and it was up to their parents to tell them. Of course, two days later I got a call from another mother, “Hey, thanks a lot, Justin is crying because your daughter told him there’s no tooth fairy.” Reality will eventually out, but there’s so much reality in this life, that one of the delights of childhood, and of being a parent, is to spread a little fairy dust occasionally. Your child will let you know when she knows. Or she may keep it from you. I know people who continued to pretend to believe in Santa for several years because they were worried about hurting their parents’ feelings.
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I was picking DD10 up yesterday at school, and one of the mothers came back into the school looking so upset, she had tears in her eyes. Apparently, one of the after school teachers decided it was her job to tell the kids that Santa isn't real and it was the first thing he asked his mother about when they got in the car. He is 7. What a flippin' bitch. She had no right. I'd have been LIVID.
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Q. Re: Santa: When my third daughter was 9, she cornered me and asked if the tooth fairy was real. I hemmed and hawed, and gauged her feelings and hedged a bit and then admitted that I was the tooth fairy. Having been through this with her sisters, I expected the tears while she wrapped her mind around it. She then said that we’d all been lying to her. I said, no, we’d been keeping this tradition for her, and that it was important she didn’t spoil it for other children. She then asked, “Does [middle sister] know?” I said yes. “Does [older sister] know?” I said yes. Then “Does Daddy know?” Hee.
A: Who told Daddy??
Q. Re: Truth about Santa: Hi Prudie, I’m one of those kids whose parents and sister tried to keep the mystery of Santa going for as long as possible. I was 9 years old when I figured it out, and was incredibly embarrassed that they duped me for that long. I was the last person out of everyone I knew who still believed, because I trusted my family, and I felt pretty stupid. I’d err on telling the truth sooner rather than later.
A: All right, I am now hearing from people who were deeply scarred by believing in Santa even as puberty approached. OK, parents—if your kid is near double digits in age, time to get him or her off Santa’s knee at the mall and give it to ’em straight.
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I was picking DD10 up yesterday at school, and one of the mothers came back into the school looking so upset, she had tears in her eyes. Apparently, one of the after school teachers decided it was her job to tell the kids that Santa isn't real and it was the first thing he asked his mother about when they got in the car. He is 7. What a flippin' bitch. She had no right. I'd have been LIVID.
In your position, I'd like to think I would have a good response.
Maybe something like ...
"DD10, some adults just don't understand Magic and Happiness. They feel powerful when they hurt people, and we all need to be careful about listening to them.
It's not good to call someone like that a liar, but usually it's a good idea to just ignore them."
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The Principle of Least Interest: He who cares least about a relationship, controls it.
I was picking DD10 up yesterday at school, and one of the mothers came back into the school looking so upset, she had tears in her eyes. Apparently, one of the after school teachers decided it was her job to tell the kids that Santa isn't real and it was the first thing he asked his mother about when they got in the car. He is 7. What a flippin' bitch. She had no right. I'd have been LIVID.
Me too. Why on earth would she think that is ok? Even people who don't raise their kids with Santa seem to show respect to those that do.
I was picking DD10 up yesterday at school, and one of the mothers came back into the school looking so upset, she had tears in her eyes. Apparently, one of the after school teachers decided it was her job to tell the kids that Santa isn't real and it was the first thing he asked his mother about when they got in the car. He is 7. What a flippin' bitch. She had no right. I'd have been LIVID.
In your position, I'd like to think I would have a good response.
Maybe something like ...
"DD10, some adults just don't understand Magic and Happiness. They feel powerful when they hurt people, and we all need to be careful about listening to them.
It's not good to call someone like that a liar, but usually it's a good idea to just ignore them."
This is very good.
I figured out Santa at about age 7, but I wasn't about to tell my mom. My co-workers kids are 15 and 20 and they have never admitted to not believing.
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We're raising DS with Santa. As it becomes age-appropriate, he will learn about St. Nick and how Santa embodies St. Nick and the spirit of giving. We want him to enjoy this childhood tradition but won't lie to him when he asks if Santa is real. I can't wait till he's old enough for Elf on the Shelf :D
I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good.
One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells.
My sister still has that bell.
I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
I was picking DD10 up yesterday at school, and one of the mothers came back into the school looking so upset, she had tears in her eyes. Apparently, one of the after school teachers decided it was her job to tell the kids that Santa isn't real and it was the first thing he asked his mother about when they got in the car. He is 7. What a flippin' bitch. She had no right. I'd have been LIVID.
I would complain to the after school program about that POS.
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DD found out last year sometime after Christmas that Santa isn't real. Some 5th grader told her. When she told me I made the remark about how she could start surprising me with different antics for the Elf. Her eyes got very wide and she said "what? the elf isn't real"? Oh boy, she was devastated. This year we are all pretending Santa and the elf are real.
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I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good. One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells. My sister still has that bell. I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
Santa is part of the magic of Christmas - you have to believe or he's not real. Luckily, several of our favorite Christmas movies have this theme.
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I still believe "in Santa". The magic of Christmas is still real. The fun of it. I know there is no actual Santa Claus but that doesn't mean I don't believe in the joy of it.
I never told my kids there was Santa. I was never told there was no Santa. We still have "Santa" presents.
I don't remember ever talking about it with my parents.
When the kids began to doubt I never lied to them but say things like "I believe in the magic and mystery of Santa".
When they talk about Christmas gifts they talk about "Santa" gifts.
"Santa" gifts are the big things. The Game systems and things like that.
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I was picking DD10 up yesterday at school, and one of the mothers came back into the school looking so upset, she had tears in her eyes. Apparently, one of the after school teachers decided it was her job to tell the kids that Santa isn't real and it was the first thing he asked his mother about when they got in the car. He is 7. What a flippin' bitch. She had no right. I'd have been LIVID.
I would complain to the after school program about that POS.
That's what she came in and did. The director got up fast and made a beeline to that room.
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Some 6th grader told my tiny nephew Santa wasn't real. He didn't tell Mom. He told my nephew who is a huge 24 yo. Football guy, played college ball but a sweetheart. I swear my older nephew was going on that school bus!
Well I was one of these kids. I was 5 when I asked my mom about Santa and I was furious with her for lying to me. I asked her why everyone at the mall, the grocery store, the post office etc were all lying to little kids. I told her she always told me that lying was wrong and if it was wrong, why did everyone lie to little kids about Santa? I even threw her own words back at her. "You told me I could always trust you and you would never lie to me. Why would you lie to me about Santa?" I was hurt and felt betrayed. At that tender age - I was 5! - it made me question my relationships with adults. My mother however, was totally devastated by my reaction. She never saw it the way I did and my reaction hurt her deeply. It was a really big issue in our larger family (aunts, uncles, etc) for awhile. Did it ruin my childhood? No. It didn't even ruin that Christmas. But I certainly felt betrayed. And when I had kids, I told them it was a story that some people believed in and if they believed, it wasn't up to us to tell them any differently.
-- Edited by Mellow Momma on Wednesday 17th of December 2014 10:00:01 AM
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !
At 5, I would not have come clean - no way. However, my answers tend to be vague, along the lines "Santa is real to those that believe in him" - which I consider to be true, because each of us can carry the magic of Santa in our hearts. Usually, I think when kids find out when they are a bit older, they are mature enough to understand why we continue the tradition of Santa.
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I really wasn't upset about the Santa part. I could not have cared less about that aspect. I was more devastated that my parents lied to me - and ironicly, that's why my mom told me the truth when I asked. She didn't want to lie to me.
I think if kids ask a direct question, they deserve and want a straightforward answer.
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !
I really wasn't upset about the Santa part. I could not have cared less about that aspect. I was more devastated that my parents lied to me - and ironicly, that's why my mom told me the truth when I asked. She didn't want to lie to me.
I think if kids ask a direct question, they deserve and want a straightforward answer.
I think when most 5 year olds asks if Santa is real, they want the answer to be yes. And let's remember, Santa Claus was a real person we always have the option of talking about St. Nick's history. Deflection is also a great tool - "Why are you asking me that?" Which usually leads to another kid, and we can get away from actually answering.
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My #2 (6 years old) asked me several times this year. The first time, before I had a chance to answer, his brother belted out, "Of course he's real." I didn't respond. Then when #2 and I were alone, shopping in a Christmas store/Garden Center, he asked again. I sighed, and said, "well, I think that if we believe, he will come." He immediately said, "oh, I believe! He'll come!" And I left it at that.
Every year we do a family photo with Santa for our Christmas card. This year I told them I wasn't sure if this was going to be the real deal or someone dressed as him because he can't be in so many places at one time. But not to say anything because the little children would not understand. After we had our photo, I said, "you know, I think he may have been the real deal...he knew way too much about us!" (we've been going to this Santa for several years, and he works in that Christmas store/Garden Center where we shop). They got excited and said they thought he was the real deal, too. Did you see his red cheeks? They were like jelly! Oh yes, I think he was the real one!
When they do find out the truth, I will tell them that Santa is real, he is an idea of hope and magic, and an example of the spirit of giving. I hope they don't feel betrayed.
I suspect maybe learning at such a young age where they are not old enough to comprehend might lend to the feeling of betrayal.
-- Edited by FNW on Wednesday 17th of December 2014 10:17:34 AM
I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good. One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells. My sister still has that bell. I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
This is exactly what I told my kids. I still write from Santa on one gift every year and 2 of my kids are adults.
I still believe in Santa and so does my mum - she'll be 97 on Christmas Day. I don't remember ever being upset when I found out he didn't actually exist ... I think I was worried that mum and dad believed and I wouldn't have wanted to upset them :) And I am absolutely convinced that I saw Rudolph one year. So Santa is real.
I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good. One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells. My sister still has that bell. I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
This is exactly what I told my kids. I still write from Santa on one gift every year and 2 of my kids are adults.
My parents said the same thing. I swear up and down that Santa exists. And I'm in my 30s.
I still believe in Santa and so does my mum - she'll be 97 on Christmas Day. I don't remember ever being upset when I found out he didn't actually exist ... I think I was worried that mum and dad believed and I wouldn't have wanted to upset them :) And I am absolutely convinced that I saw Rudolph one year. So Santa is real.
I love this! A child's heart in your 97 year old mom! You can't buy that kind of shared joy.
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I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
When I was 8, I heard the "rumors". I never said a word to my parents, so I asked grandma. She said as long as I believed (wink), I would get Santa presents. What 8 year old is going to risk losing out on "Santa presents"? (wink, wink).
I received "Santa presents" right up until the day I graduated from high school and moved on with my life. Priceless.
Our two oldest grand's know the truth and they love playing the part of santa now themselves. We share secrets for the little ones. It makes the older ones feel so special to be a part of the secret. At least, for our grand's it does.
When they are old enough to know, they will let you know in one way or another. Keeping the spirit of the season and the joy makes everything worthwhile.
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I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good. One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells. My sister still has that bell. I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
This is exactly what I told my kids. I still write from Santa on one gift every year and 2 of my kids are adults.
My parents said the same thing. I swear up and down that Santa exists. And I'm in my 30s.
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good. One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells. My sister still has that bell. I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
I don't know. That seems a bit unfair doesn't it? I mean is there a point when we give up the pretense? So, if you no longer believe then you don't get gifts or candy?
My sons of course ran their big mouths so DD found out earlier. And, other kids run their mouths too, you can't stop that. They find out when they find out. We did play along with Santa but when they found out I wasn't like upset or devastated or anything like that.
I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good. One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells. My sister still has that bell. I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
I don't know. That seems a bit unfair doesn't it? I mean is there a point when we give up the pretense? So, if you no longer believe then you don't get gifts or candy?
Yup! That is how you cut Christmas expenses. You don't believe, you don't get anything.
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I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good. One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells. My sister still has that bell. I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
This is exactly what I told my kids. I still write from Santa on one gift every year and 2 of my kids are adults.
My little girl is 8 and sort of gets that there is a logistics problem with Santa being a person who does it all on his own.
I told her that believing makes Santa real, in spirit. It is the spirit of belief that makes the season so magical and that I still believe in him too. I feel the same joy that I did when I was a little girl at Christmas as I give my children the same experience that I had. Santa is very real! He is an idea, a spirit of happiness.
Every Christmas after I am done laying out all of the gifts for the kids, I sit outside on the porch and take in the night. I swear there is a certain brand of electricity in the air, it is the true magic of so many people being happy at once. Try it for yourselves, I promise you will feel the buzz of some intrinsic force in the atmosphere.
It's the spirit of giving. There is tremendous joy in giving to others. If giving makes you so happy, imagine how Jesus feels for giving so much to so many. That would be amazing!
I believe that all of the warmth and love that come with Christmas are the feelings that God wants us to have. He gave his son and we all share his gift. I see it the same way that we all share gifts in celebration of our savior. His atonement is truly the gift that keeps on giving! So let us all give to one another to know how good it feels :)
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I read this Dear Prudie--and a lot of the comments on Slate.
It makes me realize that so, so many people are FRICKING IDIOTS. Sorry, I can't help it, it's true.
I can't believe how many of those rubes wrote in about how they were "devastated" that their parents could "lie" to them (although they didn't seem to be so devastated about the presents they found year after year).
If you are "devastated" and now can't trust your parents because they lied to you about Santa Clause you are too stupid to breathe. You should have a permanent spot on some therapist's couch because you have mommy and daddy issues that go well beyond some fat guy in a red suit and his (non) existence.
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Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
And why should you get anything if you don't believe? A 5 year old doesn't believe? No gifts. Simple really.
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And why should you get anything if you don't believe? A 5 year old doesn't believe? No gifts. Simple really.
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Since when is Christmas about "controlling costs"????
So I shouldn't get my sons Christmas presents because they no longer believe in Santa Claus? What about the spirit of giving? What about trying to make someone happy with a gift you give them?
Who cares about money? That doesn't mean you should spend unlimited funds on Christmas presents, but if your only goal is "cost control"--then why bother getting anyone anything?
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Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
So no one should get anyone anything because everyone is greedy?
Maybe your family fits that description, mine does not. I will continue to get the NON-greedy people (which is all but a tiny few) amongst my family and friends a present.
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Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
Don't want to spend money on somebody else. Why take all that time and effort?
I think this is where the big BAH.. HUMBUG!!! goes.
I think Scrooge had the right idea. In the beginning. But then he became all emotional and crap.
Bunch of mamby pamby babies that do gifts. Wah wah, I don't have a gift.
Of course not. You don't believe in Santa Claus!
And give me that cookie!
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Husker - I can't believe you are not picking up on the sarcasm. It's dripping.
I think Gaga missed it too.
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I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good. One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells. My sister still has that bell. I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
This is exactly what I told my kids. I still write from Santa on one gift every year and 2 of my kids are adults.
My little girl is 8 and sort of gets that there is a logistics problem with Santa being a person who does it all on his own.
I told her that believing makes Santa real, in spirit. It is the spirit of belief that makes the season so magical and that I still believe in him too. I feel the same joy that I did when I was a little girl at Christmas as I give my children the same experience that I had. Santa is very real! He is an idea, a spirit of happiness.
Every Christmas after I am done laying out all of the gifts for the kids, I sit outside on the porch and take in the night. I swear there is a certain brand of electricity in the air, it is the true magic of so many people being happy at once. Try it for yourselves, I promise you will feel the buzz of some intrinsic force in the atmosphere.
It's the spirit of giving. There is tremendous joy in giving to others. If giving makes you so happy, imagine how Jesus feels for giving so much to so many. That would be amazing!
I believe that all of the warmth and love that come with Christmas are the feelings that God wants us to have. He gave his son and we all share his gift. I see it the same way that we all share gifts in celebration of our savior. His atonement is truly the gift that keeps on giving! So let us all give to one another to know how good it feels :)
All of this. It makes me feel good too.
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I was about eleven by the time I realized Santa wasn't real. But man, my parents were good. One year, there was a bell left on the roof by one of the reindeer. Every year after that, for about five years, we would scan the roof to see if there were more bells. My sister still has that bell. I never, ever admitted to not believing. My mother always said that Santa and the Easter bunny only come to children who believe, and as long as I believed, they would come.
This is exactly what I told my kids. I still write from Santa on one gift every year and 2 of my kids are adults.
My little girl is 8 and sort of gets that there is a logistics problem with Santa being a person who does it all on his own.
I told her that believing makes Santa real, in spirit. It is the spirit of belief that makes the season so magical and that I still believe in him too. I feel the same joy that I did when I was a little girl at Christmas as I give my children the same experience that I had. Santa is very real! He is an idea, a spirit of happiness.
Every Christmas after I am done laying out all of the gifts for the kids, I sit outside on the porch and take in the night. I swear there is a certain brand of electricity in the air, it is the true magic of so many people being happy at once. Try it for yourselves, I promise you will feel the buzz of some intrinsic force in the atmosphere.
It's the spirit of giving. There is tremendous joy in giving to others. If giving makes you so happy, imagine how Jesus feels for giving so much to so many. That would be amazing!
I believe that all of the warmth and love that come with Christmas are the feelings that God wants us to have. He gave his son and we all share his gift. I see it the same way that we all share gifts in celebration of our savior. His atonement is truly the gift that keeps on giving! So let us all give to one another to know how good it feels :)
All of this. It makes me feel good too.
I am always in awe at the peace and calm of the night. It always makes me cry but in a good way. An over whelming knowledge of love.
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So this post appeared on my FB today. REally? Everyone should adjust their lives for you?
I started a separate thread on that. It pretty much frosted me. The comments were especially telling. People are now "selfish" if they get their kids something nice for Christmas.
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Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
Well, I mean Santa is a pretty poor role model. He's morbidly obese. And, he has slave immigrant elves doing all of his work while he and Mrs. Claus live the fatcat life in the castle. And, if he is an attention seeking fame whore with the bright red suit and all those loud ho ho ho's. If he really wanted to help people he would do it anonymously and not just once a year. And, those families, how are they better off with the kids getting useless toys? If he really cared, he would be paying their heating bill and giving them grocery money. And, using reindeer to pull his sleigh? Well, don't get me started on the abuse they must endure on that one night of being expected to go all over the world. And, he obviously favors only one and always gives Rudolph the lead position because he hit the genetic lottery. That is totally unfair to the other reindeer who are always second class citizens to him.
Husker - I can't believe you are not picking up on the sarcasm. It's dripping.
C'mon, it's Lily.
I thought she was serious myself.
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Oh Yeah. I am so incredibly against the whole Christmas thing. I think it should be banned. And all those do gooders out there should be thrown in jail.
And don't even get me started on those rosy cheeked little kids spying to see if reindeer really fly.
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And, all that list keeping about who is naughty or nice? Who is HE to JUDGE! OMG, that needs to stop! And, do we need Big Brother Santa to surveil us while we are sleeping? And, why are you a bad person if you pout or cry? You can't help what your emotions are.