How I Destroyed Christmas as a Child

Have you ever told someone a story that’s so preposterous just to see if they’d believe it? I have, and my story made me cry, and destroyed Christmas.

I was probably 7 or 8, and Christmas was just around the corner. I remember standing in my kitchen with my little brother, and he was driving me crazy, so I told him a little lie.

“Mom and Dad are Santa Claus,” I said. It was silly to say, because obviously Santa was real, and his elves worked throughout the year making toys for good boys and girls in the North Pole. My brother just had a blank look on his face; he’s two-and-a-half years younger than me. Then I felt a strong yank on my arm, and I was whisked down the hall and practically thrown onto the bed. It was my mom, and she looked really pissed off!

“Just because you know your father and I are Santa doesn’t mean you should wreck it for your brother!” she practically yelled at me.

I didn’t know what to do! The jolly old man that brought presents every year… he wasn’t real! It really WAS my parents that pretended to be Santa! I cried, and my mom quickly realized that she had jumped the gun, and I still believed Santa existed, or rather, I HAD believed until she told me the truth.

I remember leaving the room and telling my brother that I lied and Santa was real, and for a few more years he believed in Santa. The truth was my little secret, but I wish I could have kept believing for a few more years.

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  1. Kevin Bigelow

     /  December 26, 2011

    How ironic.
    I remember finding out about Santa Clause and how Christmas though still fun was a lot less magical. I thought that magic would never come back, but the good news is that it does.
    When you become a parent you also become Santa Clause to that little one that believes and it truly is magical to see them SO excited that Santa came in the middle of the night and left all the presents under the tree.
    Merry Christmas future Santa Clause.

  2. This story makes me so sad!!
    I discovered Santa wasn’t real when I found the letters I wrote to him in my parent’s basement… I was 8 or 9. Sad times. I don’t think I wrecked it for my brother but I wouldn’t be surprised because we hated each other. I also probably don’t regret it haha.
    I like the way Kevin phrased it…. Merry Christmas future Santa Claus!

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