Santa Claus and Little Children

[The Devil Man]

About three times a week I stop by this store and always I see this really lovely lady and her b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l little daughter! She can't be more then 6 years old and she really is the sweetest thing! Whenever she sees me she gives always says hello and gives the biggest smile Today she and her Mommy were talking. The girl was saying how much she wanted a puppy for Christmas and her Mommy told her 'If you're a good girl, then maybe Santa might bring you what you want!' :nibbles:

The girl was soooooo happy! It brought a tear to my eye, like this---> She said, 'Really Mommy? If I'm good Santa will get me a puppy?' And her Mommy said, 'He sure will Emily, just like last year!' The girl then looked at me and gave another one of her angelic smiles She is just so pretty and has the most amazing blonde hair and the most bluest eyes. If you saw here, you'd just want to treasure her always and cuddle her and want to make her happy so she gives another one of her cute smiles

Which is why... Next week I will DESTROY her little world FOR EVER!

That's right!

Next week I will tell her... Santa DOES NOT EXIST!!!

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I have a very good reason for this. My reason is...

I am not a very nice person!

So Devil Man's question is: How old were you when you found out Santa does not exist AND would you ever tell an innocent little child the brutal truth?

(For the record... I was 17 when my world was shattered. Yes SEVEN TEEN! I was raised in an Igloo. It was truly the saddest day of my life )

[bipper]

You made a typo: Its Satan's Claws. And no, I would never.

[RoxasLeonhart]

And you should Devil Man causer He Doesn't exist so why should parnets lie to kidss

[Roto13]

I kinda figured it out for myself when I was 8 or something.

"Wait, this is stupid. Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, God, none of them exist! They're just made up to bribe children!"

[black orb]

>>> I found out when I was 7 or something, not a big deal..
BTW, Leave the poor kid alone!..

[McLovin']

Kris doesn't exist!?!?!?!

[Peegee]

I don't remember. Maybe grade 3 or 4. I have very few memories before yesterday.

[Levian]

It's meaner to not tell the child, in my opinion. The poor child will just continue believing in Santa until he is 12, and after that he will hear forever about how cute and gullible he was in every family occasion ever. Heck, even funerals. It might sound like I'm talking from own experience, but I'm really not. :/

[Ethanol Dreams]

I figured it out myself when I was like 7 when I saw my mum doing it all. I'd never tell a child as young as that he doesn't exist, it's not nice

[Ender]

I figured it out when I was like 9 or 10 and kept getting lame versions of what I wanted (my family was poor, so it can be forgiven, kinda, but lame is lame)...I would ask for a telescope and got some little dinky Fisher Price plastic thing that could barely see across the street, or an RC Airplane (like my grandpa built and flew) but instead got something that was attached to a wire that you twirled around your head while holding a button to make the propeller spin. Still about that. Really, who would ever play with that? Santa would have known what I wanted.

I wouldn't tell her though. It'll be better when she finds out from some friends in 7th grade so she can be truly embarrassed as well as crushed. :evilking:

As for my kids, they will not be believing in Santa Clause. In-kind transfers are lame and inefficient...give them the cash and guide them into making an intelligent decision as to what to buy with it.

[mooglebunni608]

That's just evil, (devil) man. Even I wouldn't stoop that low. But I would (and do
) tell kids the true truth about Santa. He's a girl ^_^

[Rye]

As I said in my Cicada thread, I found out when I was 9 1/2, about. My parents told me and I started screaming "IT WAS LIES! I SUPPOSE THE EASTER BUNNY WAS A LIE TOO! IT WAS A LIIIIIE!" and I ran away into my room and sobbed all night. xD

[Arrianna]

Well... I have never told my kids he was real. In fact I have always told them he was a made up symbol and you know what.... they don't care. They still get presents and when you get down to it that's all that matters to them.

My oldest is asking when he gets to start helping be Santa for his younger brother though.

[bipper]

As I said in my Cicada thread, I found out when I was 9 1/2, about. My parents told me and I started screaming "IT WAS LIES! I SUPPOSE THE EASTER BUNNY WAS A LIE TOO! IT WAS A LIIIIIE!" and I ran away into my room and sobbed all night. xD

Because of your sig, I thought milf posted this. I mean, I woulda expected this kinda answer out him, but not you Rye.

[McLovin']

I once was blissfully driving along the highway, when I saw the Easter Bunny hopping across the middle of the road. I swerved to avoid hitting the Bunny, but unfortunately the rabbit jumped in front of my car and was hit. The basket of eggs went flying all over the place. Candy, too.
I, being a sensitive man as well as an animal lover, pulled over to the side of the road, and got out to see what had become of the Bunny carrying the basket. Much to my dismay, the colorful Bunny was dead. I felt guilty and began to cry.

A woman driving down the same highway saw me crying on the side of the road and pulled over. She stepped out of her car and asked me what was wrong.

"I feel terrible," I explained, "I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny and killed it. There may not be an Easter because of me. What should I do?"

The woman told me not to worry. She knew exactly what to do. She went to her car trunk, and pulled out a spray can. She walked over to the limp, dead Bunny, and sprayed the entire contents of the can onto the little furry animal.

Miraculously the Easter Bunny came to back life, jumped up, picked up the spilled eggs and candy, waved its paw at the two humans and hopped on down the road. 50 yards away the Easter Bunny stopped, turned around and waved again. Then he hopped on down the road another 50 yards, turned, waved, hopped another 50 yards and waved again!

Naturally I was astonished. I said to the woman, "What in Heaven's name is in your spray can? What was it that you sprayed on the Easter Bunny?"

The woman turned the can around so that I could read the label. It said, "Hair spray. Restores life to dead hair. Adds permanent wave."