A Cowboy's Life: How I Learned Santa Was Dad

How I Learned Santa Was Dad

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Oh, I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a wonderful, cold Christmas morning in 1988. I had on my Garfield pajamas and ridiculous matching slippers. Oh was I excited for this day.

I had begged and pleaded for a scooter. Not one of those flimsy razor scooters the kids have now. But a shiny red scooter, with big chunky white tires. Oh, how I would be the coolest girl on the block if I could cruise around on that.

As I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room I couldn't help but shout with joy that Santa had brought me the scooter! I then remember looking over to see my dad's shiny tool box in the corner. Why is that out I ask? "Oh, Santa didn't have time to assemble your gift, so I had to help," said my dad.

How naive I was. After the gifts were unwrapped, I trekked outside for a little test drive. And there IT was. The box my scooter came in sitting out by the garbage - with a big KMart price tag. In that moment it all became clear...My parents are Santa!

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12 comments

  1. I remember that day too... it was heart breaking!! So fun to relive it all threw the eyes of our little ones though!

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  2. It was heart breaking! Yes, so much fun now with our little guys:)

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  3. Whoops! I can't remember when I finally learned my parents were Santa..

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  4. I found out from a girl in school when I was in 4th grade. I still resent her a little for ruining it for me. I know I would have found out eventually, but she totally ruined it for me.

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  5. I can't remember when but I'm sure I learned at a very young age that there was no Santa. It was fun while it lasted though.

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  6. OH boy, your dad wasn't so great at covering his tracks, was he? LOL At least he was great at picking out gifts!

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  7. Aw, that's surprising you can remember the exact moment! Were you sad?

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  8. I don't remember when I realized that my parents were Santa. I think that is probably a good thing. I hope my kiddos believe in Santa for a good long while.

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  9. What a lovely memory. Thanks for sharing.

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  10. I remember staying up all night one Christmas Eve. I must've been about 8 or 9. And Santa never came...Mom did!

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  11. I don't think I has a "Santa isn't real moment", I think I just grew out of the idea. And I am SO glad for that!

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  12. I think I was about 7 or 8 years old when I found out who "Santa" was. My parents are devout Catholics and they wanted us to grow up not associating Christmas with "Santa" but with Jesus Christ.

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