My mother was in 1st grade when she found out about Santa. It still amazes me that she opened up a dictionary and looked him up. “A mythical character…” yup. So then she looked up the word mythicial…and sees the word “imaginary”.
This from a 6 year old. And she is still the least romantic and most analytical person on earth to this day.
Santa Claus is the most romantic notion ever, if you think about it. (Ladies, just look at him!) And yes, 5th grade is probably a little old to really still believe in him, but boy, I did.
I can tell you one thing is for sure–if I hadn’t found out about Santa before I got the houseshoes instead of the Mr. Microphone, I would’ve certainly stopped believing then.*
So, when did you stop believing? Do you remember?
*Santa my mother apparently did some research and discovered the Mr. Microphones were pieces of shit and so she chose not to purchase it because she didn’t want me to be disappointed. The problem was, I saw this wrapped gift under the tree that was the PERFECT size for a Mr. Microphone and it was all I wanted…so, of course, that box couldn’t be anything else. God they were ugly houseshoes.
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 
That’s all I need to do to get my son to stop believing so I can quit sneaking around? (I seriously hate being Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, etc. So shoot me!) So, all I have to do is not buy him one single thing he asked for and only give him practical crap. Done!
Shannon
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I think it’s awesome that you believed in Santa until 5th grade! Why be in a hurry to grow up? I still believe in the Easter bunny, after all. I love me some chocolate eggs.
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My cousin Ben (still a brat at 40) told me in 3rd grade about Santa. Said, “Go sleep between your parents and see what happens.” Thanks @ss.
I love the Mr. Microphone story, though! I had one of those cravings, too. For a Lite-Brite. I wanted one soooo badly, but my parents wouldn’t get me one ’cause like one kid in Kentucky or something got electrocuted by it and that killed it for me.
Yes, I’m still bitter about it. :::EG:::
Marley = )
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Baby is nine and she’s only now beginning to wonder. She said her friends don’t believe, but she’s convinced that Santa is real because there is NO WAY her Mom and Dad could hide TWO bikes (Oldest got one too) without them finding out. They weren’t in the shed (clearly she looked! LOL) and they weren’t anywhere else, so the only plausible explanation was the implausible (that’s my little Ms. Spock for ya!) LOL
She’s WAY to much like her Mom when it comes to logic and pigheadedness.
I’m also convinced I’d LOVE your Mom! She sounds like a cool lady, of course she produced a cool daughter so what else could she be but awesome. *grin*
Happy holidays!
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We were never raised to believe and Santa and I don’t regret it.
Truthfully, Santa creeps me out a little. Just like clowns.
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Don’t you hate those rude awakenings? Argh.
My 9-year old’s hanging on to the belief by a thread (even though I’m sure we told him the truth last year). He’s conveniently forgotten that and claims the “elves” will have to problem making him all the Nintendo games he wants. *snort* No. Really. I snorted at him.
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In an alternate universe you could have been standing around trying to understand the static filled noise you were making with the Mr. Microphone, but with cold feet.
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