It was in 3rd grade. I got a Wii for Christmas and I think I dropped it or something. My mom saw this happen and said, "Careful don't break it." Then I said, "It's ok, Santa made it." Then my mom said, "No, I bought it."
I was in fourth class and I showed my mam a list of some stuff I would like, she said "We'll see." I then added socks and underwear to the list (I figured they would be the easiest to get.) just before we sent it off and she didn't see the addition. Christmas came and no socks or underwear, I was right and I was **** well pleased at my detective skills.
It was in 3rd grade. I got a Wii for Christmas and I think I dropped it or something. My mom saw this happen and said, "Careful don't break it." Then I said, "It's ok, Santa made it." Then my mom said, "No, I bought it."
That explains why you became a robot! Now I understand you!
I believed in him until I was in 5th grade, only because I thought I had "irrefutable proof" that he existed. In 3rd grade during the night before Christmas, I went into my parents room about 10 times throughout the middle of the night, and each time I went in, they were sleeping. I concluded that they must have been asleep the entire time, and that they could not have gone downstairs to put presents under the tree. I didn't take into consideration the time I had spent asleep between going into their room in which they could have placed all the presents under the tree.
In 5th grade, a week before Christmas, I saw every present in the back of my mother's van, and she hinted that Santa Claus was not real. It didn't bother me at all to learn this.
I did, for a while when I was little. Then I realized my house didn't have a chimney, yet I still got presents anyway. Then, I realized the presents had "From, Mom/Dad/Cousin/Uncle/Friend" written on them. I wasn't unduly disappointed.
