posted on Dec, 5 2013 @ 11:25 AM
In my case, I began to suspect that xmas. That morning, first thing I did was check the cookie jar to see if the cookies were replaced that I had left
out, (and they were). I asked my parents about it and they responded that so many kids leave them out for Santa, that sometimes he is just too full
when he gets here. And instead of wasting them, he puts them back for you to eat.
Then, I was assured and found out late on the following xmas eve when I was about 10 or 11 I guess. I heard shuffling downstairs, thinking it was
Santa, I snuck out of my bed upstairs. I crawled to the top of the stairs and peered down. I saw my parents placing the presents under the tree. I
went back to bed, and waited for the morning.
That morning, after opening the presents, I went up to my mom and thanked her and dad for the gifts....all of them (even the ones marked "Santa").
Surprised, they looked at each other and told me that Santa was really an idea, a feeling of unselfish giving. And, now that I knew the real truth, I
was becoming a man. It was my responsibility to keep this thought to myself, since that is part of the unselfish aspect of the idea.
To this day, some 30+ years later, I still think that was the best way to have it described to me as a child. Santa was real, and existed in your
heart. You are now Santa, and are also responsible for perpetuating the idea of unselfish giving.