Comments on: The Day My Santa Died: Absolutely True Stories of Holiday Innocence Lost http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796 Sometimes, I get a good feeling. Wed, 08 Feb 2012 21:53:13 -0500 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Julia http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-7171 Julia Sat, 07 Feb 2009 16:31:17 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-7171 Also, I published that comment without proofreading. There are numerous places where punctuation would have been necessary/helpful. MY BAD Also, I published that comment without proofreading. There are numerous places where punctuation would have been necessary/helpful. MY BAD

]]> By: Julia http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-7170 Julia Sat, 07 Feb 2009 16:30:15 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-7170 Obviously I am a little behind on reading this, but I am at work on a Saturday and bored. I was already laughing pretty hard when I read Susan's "but then remembered that in high school I was definitely into fairies" comment and almost threw up in my mouth. RIDIC. Thank you everyone for such a wonderful way to kill time at your local YMCA. ps. i figured it out when i was 5 years old. MOMS SHOULD DISGUISE THIER HANDWRITING WHEN TRICKING YOU INTO THINKING YOUR GIFTS ARE FROM SANTA. Obviously I am a little behind on reading this, but I am at work on a Saturday and bored. I was already laughing pretty hard when I read Susan’s “but then remembered that in high school I was definitely into fairies” comment and almost threw up in my mouth. RIDIC. Thank you everyone for such a wonderful way to kill time at your local YMCA.

ps. i figured it out when i was 5 years old. MOMS SHOULD DISGUISE THIER HANDWRITING WHEN TRICKING YOU INTO THINKING YOUR GIFTS ARE FROM SANTA.

]]> By: Susan Howson http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-6295 Susan Howson Mon, 15 Dec 2008 05:46:22 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-6295 WTF brilliant! WTF brilliant!

]]> By: H. Haglund http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-6283 H. Haglund Sun, 14 Dec 2008 17:55:34 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-6283 Whether Santa is real or not does not answer the real question: Is Santa black? A recent trip to Dollar General would appear to confirm that he is. Then an ill-fated late night trip to Wal-Mart convinced me he was Hispanic and that his name was Santos. Now, there is a white Santa in Carytown. Just how many Santas are there, and of how many races? It is probably a union of some kind, like Fight-Club. As more and more people were born, affirmative action took effect, etc., they needed more Santas and so they split the job up between a lot of people, and the magic was divided over and over again, until Santa was just another poor schmuck like the rest of us. People, the problem is not whether or not Santa exists... We just need to condense the magic into one santa again. I would pay good money for some kind of no holds barred Santa Cage Match where all different Santas fought to the death. A lot of people would pay good money to see that. I have questions about Mrs. Clause's relationship to all of the different Santas and the possibility that it violates some serious International Conventions, so this would solve any loose ends there too. It reminds me much too much of the Smurf's relationship to Smurfette. Is there a Native American Santa? A Mohican Santa? Would he be excluded from the cage match because of his sovereign status? Would that ruin the whole condensing of Santa? Focus people, on what really matters. The Last of the Mohican Santas! Whether Santa is real or not does not answer the real question: Is Santa black? A recent trip to Dollar General would appear to confirm that he is. Then an ill-fated late night trip to Wal-Mart convinced me he was Hispanic and that his name was Santos. Now, there is a white Santa in Carytown. Just how many Santas are there, and of how many races? It is probably a union of some kind, like Fight-Club. As more and more people were born, affirmative action took effect, etc., they needed more Santas and so they split the job up between a lot of people, and the magic was divided over and over again, until Santa was just another poor schmuck like the rest of us. People, the problem is not whether or not Santa exists… We just need to condense the magic into one santa again. I would pay good money for some kind of no holds barred Santa Cage Match where all different Santas fought to the death. A lot of people would pay good money to see that. I have questions about Mrs. Clause’s relationship to all of the different Santas and the possibility that it violates some serious International Conventions, so this would solve any loose ends there too. It reminds me much too much of the Smurf’s relationship to Smurfette. Is there a Native American Santa? A Mohican Santa? Would he be excluded from the cage match because of his sovereign status? Would that ruin the whole condensing of Santa? Focus people, on what really matters. The Last of the Mohican Santas!

]]> By: Liberty http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-6270 Liberty Sat, 13 Dec 2008 03:02:47 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-6270 one moves from childhood to adulthood when one realizes Santa is make believe, weird word makebelieve, reminds me of nuns whacking you on the knuckles with a ruler one moves from childhood to adulthood when one realizes Santa is make believe, weird word makebelieve, reminds me of nuns whacking you on the knuckles with a ruler

]]> By: Matthew McDonald http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-6262 Matthew McDonald Fri, 12 Dec 2008 19:25:31 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-6262 one christmas it snowed and there were sleigh tracks and hoof prints in our driveway (because santa was respectful and didnt park it on the roof.) but no people prints around the tracks, just pristine snow. Still don't know how my dad did it. one christmas it snowed and there were sleigh tracks and hoof prints in our driveway (because santa was respectful and didnt park it on the roof.) but no people prints around the tracks, just pristine snow.

Still don’t know how my dad did it.

]]> By: Susan Howson http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-6261 Susan Howson Fri, 12 Dec 2008 19:16:20 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-6261 It's called a fun fantasy that gives one pleasure as a child. Have you heard of "fun," Ross?* Plus, like Matthew had, you get the coming-of-age satisfaction of figuring it all out. *I can't remember how that joke started. It’s called a fun fantasy that gives one pleasure as a child. Have you heard of “fun,” Ross?* Plus, like Matthew had, you get the coming-of-age satisfaction of figuring it all out.

*I can’t remember how that joke started.

]]> By: Ross Catrow http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-6260 Ross Catrow Fri, 12 Dec 2008 19:10:14 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-6260 I can't remember when I stopped believing in Santa. My wife will have you believe it was a traumatic experience because now I AM TOTALLY AGAINST SANTA. SURE IF YOU GUYS LIKE LYING TO YOUR KIDS HAVE FUN WITH THAT. Also, SATAN? I'M JUST SAYING. Jk/jk -- KIND OF. I can’t remember when I stopped believing in Santa. My wife will have you believe it was a traumatic experience because now I AM TOTALLY AGAINST SANTA.

SURE IF YOU GUYS LIKE LYING TO YOUR KIDS HAVE FUN WITH THAT.

Also, SATAN? I’M JUST SAYING.

Jk/jk — KIND OF.

]]> By: Susan Howson http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-6259 Susan Howson Fri, 12 Dec 2008 17:28:19 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-6259 I'd started to figure out about Santa (I started to say something like, oh because I'm an early cynic blah blah blah but then remembered that in high school I was definitely into fairies), and was asking leading questions - but this was really early on, so my sister protested to the rest of the horde, and that Christmas I came downstairs and there were BOOT PRINTS in the ashes in the fireplace. That kept me going for at least another three years, when I asked my dad if Santa was really real or what, and he answered something like "He's real...in our hearts?" And I was like "Ohhh I get it, it's BS" or whatever. It didn't even occur to me until recently to ask about those prints, and my oldest brother admitted to it, and even though I am totally with it and not into fairies anymore, it still disappointed me that someone actually made those prints themselves. I’d started to figure out about Santa (I started to say something like, oh because I’m an early cynic blah blah blah but then remembered that in high school I was definitely into fairies), and was asking leading questions – but this was really early on, so my sister protested to the rest of the horde, and that Christmas I came downstairs and there were BOOT PRINTS in the ashes in the fireplace. That kept me going for at least another three years, when I asked my dad if Santa was really real or what, and he answered something like “He’s real…in our hearts?” And I was like “Ohhh I get it, it’s BS” or whatever. It didn’t even occur to me until recently to ask about those prints, and my oldest brother admitted to it, and even though I am totally with it and not into fairies anymore, it still disappointed me that someone actually made those prints themselves.

]]> By: Matthew McDonald http://rvanews.com/etc/the-day-my-santa-died/8796#comment-6257 Matthew McDonald Fri, 12 Dec 2008 17:11:17 +0000 http://rvanews.com/?p=8796#comment-6257 I was in 4th grade and we had a temp teacher because our real teacher had birthed a baby. Our temp teach was talking about christmas and said something about how of course we all know there is no santa. My mind was literally blown. I went home feeling like I had the whole world figured out. My mom could tell I knew something and asked what was up. I told her I knew there was no santa and my teacher had told me. She wrote a note to my teacher for me to give to her. The next day I handed the note to my teacher having no idea what was written in the note. Turns out my mom said something to her about me not believing in santa anymore. So, the teacher makes an announcement to the class about how MY mom pointed out to her that santa could be real. I wanted to die. For multiple reasons. I was in 4th grade and we had a temp teacher because our real teacher had birthed a baby. Our temp teach was talking about christmas and said something about how of course we all know there is no santa. My mind was literally blown. I went home feeling like I had the whole world figured out. My mom could tell I knew something and asked what was up. I told her I knew there was no santa and my teacher had told me. She wrote a note to my teacher for me to give to her. The next day I handed the note to my teacher having no idea what was written in the note. Turns out my mom said something to her about me not believing in santa anymore. So, the teacher makes an announcement to the class about how MY mom pointed out to her that santa could be real.

I wanted to die. For multiple reasons.

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