I was five years old when my mother sat me down to tell me the truth about Santa. My baby sister was only a year old and money was tight because my mother was pregnant with my baby brother. I’m not sure why it was so imperative to tell me at that age, as my sister wasn’t old enough to even understand and remember if she got a gift from Santa. My best guess is that my sister’s and brother’s father talked my mother into it. Let’s just say, I was not his favorite person in the household and I was the only one with no real relationship to him.
Looking back on it, I guess I feel a sense of sadness. This was only one of the many instances that forced me to grow up way too soon. I also felt it was selfish of my mother to ruin the idea of Santa for me. I was five years old. I at least deserved a few more years of ignorance and bliss. She could have easily labeled all the gifts from them as from Santa and just explained the money situation as to why she didn’t buy me presents. But as a mother myself, I suppose I can understand the difficult situation she was put in.
You know… this challenge isn’t as festive as I thought it would be. I hope things get more cheerful over the next few days. The last thing I want is to make myself depressed. LMAO.
I truly hope you guys have more interesting stories about how you found out about Santa.