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Originally Posted by DrPhil
Not to take away from the worker who was trampled,  , but this is interesting. 
Santa Claus stopped being cute for me around the age of 9 or 10. I think I caught my parents and older brothers removing gifts from the closet so I knew there was no Santa. Then my parents started giving us money and allowing us to shop for our own gifts--mostly clothes for school and a couple of video games. So we knew that Santa wasn't doing that. More and more the focus became less on gifts and more on spirituality and family. And we had FUN!
Anywho, it's not cute to be 13 and think there is a Santa.  That goes beyond imagination. Kids need to learn that they need not be thanking Santa for anything, unless they know that Santa is the dynamic duo of God's blessings and their family's love and generosity. |
I think I was 6 or 7, around first grade age, when I realized it, although I had earlier suspicions. There's a Judy Blume book, "Fudge-A-Mania" that reveals that there is no Santa Clause. I went into the kitchen, where my parents were sitting, and announced loudly that I knew the truth. We never had big Christmases, so it didn't really shake my foundation or anything like that.