(Hope the kiddies aren't reading this thread)

It was so long ago that I can't remember at what age I found out about Santa, but I do remember my mother asking me to "help out" Santa by wrapping gifts for my younger brother and sister. My role as "Santa's helper" then became more expanded each year.

I never directly told my own kids. I think my daughter was 6 or 7 when the neighbor kid spilled the beans to her. She kept it a secret from her brother who was 3 years older, but she kept dropping little "hints" about Santa to him.

 

When we were kids growing up in NYC, Santa would come to the house. He would ring the front door bell and we would get to open the door to meet him up close and personal. We'd shake his hand and anwer all his questions about whether we were good boys (the answer was always yes of course). One year he had a big blue sack with all the presents. The next day my brother and I were playing with our presents when we discovered that Santa dropped his big blue sack next to our front steps. When we retrived it we noticed that there was some "special" writing on the bag.....NYCDS.... New York City Department of Sanitation. It was then that we came to the rude awakening that Santa was actually Uncle Dom.... the garbage man.

 

one summer after christmas I asked my mom where she got one of my gifts and she told me, then I told her it was one of the one's from Santa.

I felt so smart for an 8yo

 

What do you mean?

If you have kids in the loop and want to actually track Santa's flight or look at his projected path, you may view it here:

http://travel.flightexplorer.net/trackSanta.aspx

For those of you with little ones, this may be fun.

Enjoy your Christmas and the memories.

 

Find out what truth about Santa Claus? No, don't tell me!

 

My sister about 15 months older than I gave away the secret. I think by showing me some presents in my Mom's closet. Maybe that's when I became a grinch. Once I knew there was no Santa.

 

This brings back GREAT memories. When we were kids (long before the sophisticated TV weather-related graphics and radar equipment) the local TV station put Santa's sleigh and reindeer on the primitive radar of the time, tracking his progress. When he got over the town about 30 miles away, we were sent to bed. We loved watching that radar track. Of course no kid could sleep just because they were sent to bed, so a while later we'd hear the stomping feet on the back porch (no fireplace) and we knew it was Santa.

The myth was broken the year my oldest brothers got train sets. For weeks before Christmas, after we were all sent to bed, we'd hear "noises" from the living room. Finally unable to stand it any longer, we all had to peek and there was Dad, playing with the trains every night! Thankfully, he never did grow up!

 

I learned the truth about Santa Claus from none other than Capt. Beefheart himself:

There ain't no Santa Claus on the evening stage
There ain't no way to pull the curtain
And hide from hunger's rage
There ain't no town to stop in
There ain't no time to stop in
There ain't no straw for my horse
There ain't no straw for my bed
There ain't no comfort in cold boards
There ain't no rumors or food for my stomach
And someday I'm gonna be saved
Because I gotta eat and drink
And breathe and sleep and I'm a slave
Down in hominy's grotto there's a soul dying and leaving
Every second on the evening stage
There's a soul dying and rotting
And picking some new kind of cotton
With his fingers broken and his heart back and forgotten
And there ain't no Santa Claus on the evening stage

 

[QUOTE=dean,Dec 23 2006, 05:33 AM] I learned the truth about Santa Claus from none other than Capt. Beefheart himself:

 

If there isn't a Santa Claus, then who was this that I saw at the South Street Seaport in NYC?