Are you anti- santemic?
Just good business helping the goyim celebrate "their" holiday
Are you anti- santemic?
Just good business helping the goyim celebrate "their" holiday
What do you mean? You're the one spreading the anti-Santa bullshit. Who else do you think gives you presents every year?
I was disappointed until I found out Santa denial is just a dumb meme started by edgy teenagers. They literally track him on NORAD's radar system every year. You think they'd do that with a fake guy? Ridiculous.
I mean he landed on the moon and shit too… no way THAT was fake
I'm concerned about who is running NORAD if they're doing this wasteful task. Anyone who has seen a reindeer knows they can't fly. Afterall, it's impossible and common sense.
its when they report the incoming ICBMs you believe that too
I'm stupid.
Wait a minute, no Santa? Who was that dude last year coming out of the bedroom?
Maybe the pool boy , making sure it's not unused
No because I was taught the legend was inspired by a real man who also slapped heretics.
And that there is in Lapland a real Santa office to send letters to. If billions gift their children on Christmas eve, it does not matter the technicalities; Saint Nicholas of Myra did real things that inspired the Church.
Cool. Based Santa slapping heretics, I like it !
Those early years the family spent Christmas at my mom’s parents house. The last year of Santa I was probably about five, maybe six. A brother a year older and another two years younger. My older brother was doubtful, I was undecided yet, the younger believed at this time. They’d put us to bed Christmas Eve with all the warnings about not getting up and all. Of course we’d lay awake for hours all excited listening for those sleigh bells that grandpa would use to fool us into thinking Santa was coming. Our uncle Sonny would toss stuff up onto the roof to make it sound like hooves on the slate. We’d be shit’n ourselves with excitement. Then all of a sudden there was this loud BOOM of a shotgun! Then this sliding sound coming down the slate that ended for a split second or two before the sound of wood being all broken up at ground level. Seconds later we could hear the front door burst open with Sonny yell’n, “I got him Pa, I got him! I got him!”
Lol, nice
Yep, those two were a pair to grow up around. Always some kind of goofy shenanigans goin’ on. Just good ol’ Appalachian hill boys havin’ fun. Sure do miss ‘em!
Growing up with a house and a fireplace I remember my father would ask me to get wood with him and prepare a fire. I told him "but how will Santa come down the chimney?"
He burst out laughing with his siblings and my mother just looked saddened. I was probably about 6. Then I realized Santa was made up.
I remember thinking the song," I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus" was infuriating. I don't know if I was mad at Santa or the mother, but it felt like a slap in the face.
No, I never "found out" I knew it was pretend and I raised my children the same.
Santa never gave gifts in my house. For some reason my Dad's dead cat, Snapdragon, sent me a lot of presents though.
did not know you had hippies for parents. :) Sounds like they loved you a lot. Pachouli oil is gross though. Just saying.
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