RlCO 0 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 I mean, I'm awake right now, but not because I'm waiting for Santa, but because I'm an incurable alcholic, but I have got to thinking, what and when triggered you sussing out the fat man? Like I keep saying with depressing regularity it seems, I don't actually know when I did, due to a very dodgy memory, but it will be cool to find out others experiences. Apologies to Magma of course. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimbo 175 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 You mean he's not real ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
peasepud 59 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 33 seconds ago bastid! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
qscqscqsc 0 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 well who the hell was making that banging noise in my chimney last night then? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gejon 2 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 No idea but I am fairly certain it will have been my sister who broke the news in the cruelest way she could think of when i was probably about 2! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Holden McGroin 6997 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 I think it was when my older brother showed me where all the presents were hidden - beforehand ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Craig 6703 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 Christmas Day when I was about 5 or 6, my elder brother was sat in the corner of the room yawning to which my nan shouted out "serves you right for staying up late to see your Mam and Dad bringing the presents out..." Any remaining doubts were completely erased when my brother suddenly piped up with "Nan!!! For god's sake, he still believes in Santa!" with a finger firmly pointed in my direction... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tooj 17 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 Christmas Day when I was about 5 or 6, my elder brother was sat in the corner of the room yawning to which my nan shouted out "serves you right for staying up late to see your Mam and Dad bringing the presents out..." Any remaining doubts were completely erased when my brother suddenly piped up with "Nan!!! For god's sake, he still believes in Santa!" with a finger firmly pointed in my direction... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RlCO 0 Posted December 25, 2007 Author Share Posted December 25, 2007 Christmas Day when I was about 5 or 6, my elder brother was sat in the corner of the room yawning to which my nan shouted out "serves you right for staying up late to see your Mam and Dad bringing the presents out..." Any remaining doubts were completely erased when my brother suddenly piped up with "Nan!!! For god's sake, he still believes in Santa!" with a finger firmly pointed in my direction... Fucking quality that like. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Happy Face 29 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 (edited) I don't remember ever believing in Santa. Or the tooth fairy. I distinctly remember doing my utmost to look excited by the gifts I received and thinking I might be over-egging it. 25 years on my mam still marvels at how hyper I'd get. Can't bare to tell her it was just for her benefit. Edited December 25, 2007 by Happy Face Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RlCO 0 Posted December 25, 2007 Author Share Posted December 25, 2007 I don't remember ever believing in Santa. Or the tooth fairy. I distinctly remember doing my utmost to look excited by the gifts I received and thinking I might be over-egging it. 25 years on my mam still marvels at how hyper I'd get. Can't bare to tell her it was just for her benefit. That's some Freudian shit right there HF. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Happy Face 29 Posted December 25, 2007 Share Posted December 25, 2007 I don't remember ever believing in Santa. Or the tooth fairy. I distinctly remember doing my utmost to look excited by the gifts I received and thinking I might be over-egging it. 25 years on my mam still marvels at how hyper I'd get. Can't bare to tell her it was just for her benefit. That's some Freudian shit right there HF. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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