Santa’s On His Way

Happy Christmas Eve, everyone! It’s that day of the year when kids can hardly contain their excitement, knowing that it’s only mere hours before Santa will make his way to their house (if they’ve been good) to eat cookies, drink milk and leave toys beneath the tree. I can remember my parents ushering my sister and me off to bed as soon as we saw Santa on the radar during the weather report on the 10 p.m. news. The Santa tale includes him making his way down the fireplace chimney, which brings me to how I began to question this whole Santa thing when I was a kid.

One, how could Santa come down a chimney in the middle of winter without burning himself? And what if you didn’t have a chimney that would accommodate a man of that size? This last question came up because we had a wood-burning stove when I was a kid. There was no way that Santa was fitting down a stove pipe, escaping the fire in the stove and magically squeezing himself out the stove’s door along with his unburned bag of toys. When challenged by my questions, my mom said he came in through the back door. Again, I wasn’t buying it. I knew for a fact that Mom locked that door and checked it multiple times in classic OCD fashion before she went to bed. There was no way she was leaving it unlocked.

I don’t know for sure, but I suspect that kids figure out the Santa fib even earlier these days. Between their friends and the Internet, it’d be hard to not figure out. But even when we’re older and no longer believe in the existence of an actual Santa Claus, we still love the story and what it symbolizes — the magic of the season as seen through the eyes of a child on Christmas morning.

When and how did you figure out that Santa wasn’t real? Were you disappointed?

From the Milburn family to yours, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year. I hope your 2018 is happy, healthy, fun and prosperous.

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22 thoughts on “Santa’s On His Way”

  1. I am too old to remember when I figured out that Santa wasn’t “real.” As the oldest of six and the story teller, I am certain I perpetuated the belief for the younger ones. When our children informed us that Santa wasn’t real, I didn’t argue. I just told them that Santa was based on a real person who lived long ago. It is his spirit of love and giving that that we hold in our hearts that is the “Santa” that helps us celebrate the holiday. They were all fine with that. We have a 6 year old granddaughter this year and I have no idea where she is on the Santa Belief spectrum. We will find out Christmas Day.

  2. I found out the truth when in first grade. Momma was in the hospital. Daddy and the neighbors did not do such a great job of bringing in Santa’s gifts. Caught them redhanded in the act. I was not disappointed because it was so funny with the look on their faces.

  3. Growing up in a military family, we had to travel one Christmas and the packages were there. easy to figure out. But I love the story and the tradition.

  4. I am not sure when I found out about Santa but when you have children and now grandchildren, Santa comes right back to you. Merry Christmas, Trish!

  5. Hi Trish, I cannot remember when I realized there was no Santa so I don’t think it made that big an impact on me. I just accepted that my parents were the ones leaving gifts and moved on without a big fuss. Plus, my baby sister was three years younger so I had to pretend for her. Right? We didn’t have a chimney and I worried that Santa wouldn’t come. I vividly recall my much older sister who was married telling us he could come through the keyhole. That satisfied my curiosity about that and I was relieved that he didn’t get burned.

    Merry Christmas, Trish!

  6. I don’t exactly sure when I found out but I remember for sure the Christmas my dad was Santa by himself when my mom was confined to bed because of illness. Santa was extra generous that year and my grandparents came that morning from across country, so I just remember that Christmas as an extra exciting, special one.

    Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours, Trish. God Bless!

  7. I found out around 7 or 8 can’t remember exactly, but it was my older brother, who is three years older than me and his friends that told me. But he was kept alive in our house as we had three younger brother’s so I was into my teens until Santa was no longer a secret.. Merry Christmas.

  8. Merry Christmas, Trish! I learned the truth about Santa when I was about 9, I think. I had a best friend, Jane, who was a year older than I was. She told me. I was soooo mad at her! I didn’t believe it. I picked up my toys and went straight home. When my dad got home from work I asked him, and he gently broke the news that Jane was right. I cried so hard, and was in such shock–because that meant everything was make believe–the Easter Bunny, the tooth fairy–all of it. Talk about your childhood ending in one day! LOL It’s funny now, but then, it was a heartbreaker.

    Hope you and yours have a wonderful Christmas, Trish!

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