Who remembers the day when you came to realise that your parents had been telling you porky pies about the jolly fat man in the red suit?
I remember the day clearly. I was about 7 and already having a few doubts, but thought I should put it to my gran rather than risk blurting such a terrible thing out to my parents just incase they'd tell dear old Santa and he'd cross me off his list! So I asked gran rather sheepishly "...but he isn't real, is he?" and after a pause and with a smile of resignation at me growing up she just said "No, he isn't". I wasn't upset. I was actually quite chuffed that my suspicions were right but I bet it must be quite traumatic for many children.
I remember the day clearly. I was about 7 and already having a few doubts, but thought I should put it to my gran rather than risk blurting such a terrible thing out to my parents just incase they'd tell dear old Santa and he'd cross me off his list! So I asked gran rather sheepishly "...but he isn't real, is he?" and after a pause and with a smile of resignation at me growing up she just said "No, he isn't". I wasn't upset. I was actually quite chuffed that my suspicions were right but I bet it must be quite traumatic for many children.
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