Posted by: MeechVII
For you, personally? Did your parents just decide today was the day to gut your innocence or did they let it bleed out to die slowly while you worked it out for yourself? Did they hate you and just cut out ever having the joy of believing in magic? Maybe you found out when your drunk mother couldn't be bothered to finish putting the gifts out before passing out on the floor.
Whatever your story, I wanna hear about the magic of Christmas dying for you, as you realized Santa Claus wasn't real.
As for me, I was a staunch defender of Santa Claus. My parents wouldn't lie to me. They loved me. Santa loved me too. However, around the 1st or 2nd grade, heretical non believers began assaulting my beliefs with dirty tricks like "facts" and "proof." For a while, I remained undeterred, however the seed of doubt was planted and I could not stop its growth. I don't remember the exact moment, but I soon had accepted that everyone I loved lied to me and a person I loved like family was never there to love me back. The faint sliver of hope hung in the back of my mind, but I could hear it slip away with each passing day. My mother eventually sealed the deal with a brief sit down and the statement, "You know Santa isn't real, right?"
Yes, Mom. I do. Thanks for all the LIES!
Thanks for the short story. Write a book next time?