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25 Days of Christmas #3: When Did You Learn About Santa

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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.

Age 5Looking 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.

About Kristine

As an aspiring author, avid bookworm, fitness fanatic and dedicated mother, there just aren't enough hours in the day. I write or post about things I'm passionate about and spend my time trying to make the most of every day. Life may be a tough journey, but I have my ruby red slippers and am content on skipping along this yellow brick road until the end of the line.

One comment on “25 Days of Christmas #3: When Did You Learn About Santa

  1. Unfortunately my story is about the same. LOL. I could tell my mom didn’t have the money to buy me one of those American girl dolls and kind of figured it out for myself because I didn’t want to ask her for it.

    Let’s talk about something fun like cookies!

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