I miss childhood innocence. I blame myself for my corruption because I couldn’t wait to grow up. I wanted to be 13, then 16, then 18, then 21 years old. I told people I was two years older than I really was. Once you give up believing in Santa Claus, nothing is convincingly “pretend real” anymore.
Mommy, Is Santa Real? (Quazen.com)
Talk to Santa at the Milk & Cookies Bar (MightySanta.com)
Then I saw mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white
What a laugh it would have been
If daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
Lyric from Jessica Simpson, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
I can blame my older brother who managed to totally ruin Christmas for me out of spite – I was only little and could have enjoyed the myth for a few years more but for him. It was never quite the same again for me. Oh well, we grow up into other dreams I guess.
I never sat on Santa’s knee:) But unlike you, I was never desperate to grow up. Have a nice weekend!!!
Don’t worry about Santa it’s the naughty Elves you’ve got to watch out for.
Thaks very much for your kind comments by the way.
Yes well that should have been ‘thanks’ of course.
Jessica Simpson lyrics? You didn’t! No, I heart Jessica. Sometimes.
As for Santa, he terrified me the first time I met him. I was afraid he knew all the “bad” things I had done. Imagine the betrayal I felt when I learned he wasn’t real!
The problem with Santa is that he’s a mythic being representing the spirit of generosity who has been objectified by our crapulous culture in a blatant effort to sell things. The misunderstanding of his true nature makes him no less real.
btw: I still overstate my age sometimes in hopes I’ll be told I look younger.
The true spirit of Santa:
“Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me,
Been an awful good girl,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight!”
“Santa baby, a ’54 convertible too, light blue,
I’ll wait up for you dear,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight!”
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I don’t think I ever really believed in Santa Claus.
But as for lost innocence, have a kid, and you’ll recapture it. I see my lost innocence found in my daughter’s actions every day. It’s priceless.
Santa’s lap? You’d have an easier time getting your wish if you sat on my lap. Give it a try.
Eh, what does it matter if he isn’t real. We make up for it ourselves. At least some of us do
. I like him better as an ideal anyway.
My 9 year old does not believe in Santa but he says he wants to belive, because is is more fun when you do. And my 7 year old still believes, he is the one having all the fun!
Oh! And now I don’t want to get older, I want to get younger and I say I’m 2 years younger than I really am!