sketchysantas.com - a site I would heartily recommend!Do you remember the time you found out the horrible truth? You know the one I'm referring to - the gut-wrenching moment when you found out Santa was a LIE. Did your little eyes well up with tears?
For me, there is no such memory. I cannot think of a time where I ever believed in him. Then again, I was always such a cynical little brat. I was never attached to a cuddly toy or blanket, and when I played with Barbies it seemed they were always acting out some sort of domestic dispute. In case you're wondering, I had a lovely upbringing - my pessimism is something that has always been there. It is mostly definitely nature, not nurture, for me.
Anyway, I digress. Why do we have to lie to children to make Christmas a more 'magical' time of year? What, receiving presents isn't good enough so we have to make it more sparkly and whimsical to please a small child? The stories could be told as entertaining bedtime stories, but we insist on making them fact. This I find utterly ridiculous and pointless.
I'm not sure why I feel so strongly about this - it's hardly a pressing issue. But I found myself getting very slightly angry when I found out my four-year-old brother had been fed this bullshit by his nursery teachers. I won't be the one to tell him (contrary to popular belief I am not a heartless bitch), but when he finds out the truth, I hope he'll enlighten the rest of his class.
Call me a scrooge or whatever (hopefully you will be more inventive than that), but I just do not see the point.
Merry Christmas everyone!
I can see your point but my Christmas memories of Santa are so amazing and lovely that I could never be cynical about it. If I have children I will probably do it, but if they ask I will be straight with them. My mum was straight with me when I was about 9 but i wanted to keep believing and did so til I was about 14!!!! My mum went nuts over it - she would put her hand up the chimney and cover it with soot so my presents could have sooty handprints. In the morning she would knock on the living room door to make sure Santa had gone and I cannot even put into words the kind of breathless excitement I felt when she did that, just in case he was still there. She didn't shower me with millions of gifts cos we were on our own and things were tight, so it was never about the presents for me (honest!!!)
ReplyDeleteBy the way, where do you get those brilliant pictures??!!! The one above makes me feel slightly dirty......
Oh, just saw the small print under the picture. *smacks head* nice one Lauren! More Baileys methinks.........
ReplyDeleteThank you Lauren for describing your memory to me, I suppose in that sense it sounds pretty awesome!
ReplyDeleteSince I'm 18 now, I can freely tell you that you HAVE to try a shot called a Jam Doughnut - vodka, grenadine and baileys and the rim of the glass is coated in sugar. It's awesome, try it! :)
Man that sounds gooooooood!!!!!!!!!!
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