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December 5th, 2011

Santa Claus Revealed

This post was originally published on December 7, 2007. I received a good feedback from this post that I thought it’d be great to publish it again on December 19, 2008.

This year 2011, in honor of the feastday of St. Nickolas, also known as ‘Santa Claus’, on December 6th, I am, again, republishing this post.

How was Santa Claus revealed to you?

There was a time in my childhood, when I really believed in a magical Santa Claus, who comes at Christmas Eve and fills up my favorite ‘sock’ with chocolates. All our questions about Santa Claus were dealt with by my parents by simply replying “… magic!”. We would imagine all sort of stuffs, like, he would transform into thin air to get thru the little opening in the door to get in. (We didn’t have chimney.)

At Christmas morning, my sister and I would rush to the homemade Christmas tree that my mother made, where we hung our favorite ‘socks’. I remember being so excited and delighted with a handful of chocolates we got. We compared chocolates. I remember my father teasing us about who got the most number of chocolates. But of course, it’s the same number. I guess, that was his way of joining in our excitement.

One Christmas came. I think I was 7, my sister was 5. We had to stay with an aunt due to a family crisis. My father was stabbed with a knife early December that year. He was in the Army, and it happened when he was on duty. He was hospitalized, had to undergo series of operation on his belly and lungs. He was in critical condition until Christmas time. My mother was with him every day in the hospital. It was a difficult time.

At Christmas Eve, after attending Midnight Mass with my Aunt, she told us to get ready to sleep. I remember telling her about Santa Claus coming later that night and that we need to hang our socks. She said sort of in panic, “Di ba natanggap mo na nga yung gifts mo galing kay Santa Claus?”(Didn’t you receive your gifts from Santa Claus already?!). She was talking about the Christmas Family Get-together earlier that day, when we received our gifts from my grandparents, aunts and uncles.

I didn’t argue with her because Mama told us to behave. And at that time, I kind’a figured out already about the concept of Santa Claus. I was learning about St. Nicholas in the Catholic school and sharing that to my sister. We just never got any confirmation up until my Aunt spilled the beans.

That Christmas, we didn’t get our Christmas ration of chocolates from Santa but we got the most number of Christmas gifts we have ever received. My sister and I became the recipients of all the unclaimed Christmas gifts my aunt prepared for her god-children who didn’t come to see her at Christmas Day. Not to mention, the overwhelming help we received during that family crisis.

That Chrismas I learned the reality of Santa Claus. That from magical, he becomes real, as he is personified by our loved ones and those who truly care and make our Christmases extra special.

Charlotte ,

29 Comments to 'Santa Claus Revealed'

  • December 7, 2007

    Hi Charlotte,

    One Christmas I was in my mothers closet looking for something she had asked for. As I entered her closet, for some reason I looked up. I was so sorry I did because there were 2 big dolls that my sister and I were hoping to receive from Santa.

    I felt so bad, I don’t think I told anyone what I had found. :)

    hello sher, i think it’s amazing that you haven’t told anyone! must have felt really bad to keep that to yourself! – charlotte

  • December 7, 2007

    One Christmas I thought that I heard Santa and I went out to look, and it was my parents…it was so sad!! They tried to play it off that Santa was just too busy and he needed some help this year!

    i like to hear about Christmas stories, especially on Santa Claus revelation! I’m sure your parents just tried to make Santa Claus magical for as long as they can … – charlotte

  • December 7, 2007

    I believed in Santa when I was young. I used to wonder why Santa always visited us but always missed the house of our neighbor. My playmate never received gifts from Santa and it boggled my mind.

    Then one time, Santa used my own stationary to reply to my letter. It made me curious why Santa would do that. That was when I started asking my parents and eventually, I put things together and realized the truth. Despite that revelation, I never spoiled it for my brother.

    hello rach, i also wondered the same thing, why my playmates didn’t get a visit from Santa Claus. i thought, we were special! – charlotte

  • December 7, 2007

    I can’t remember my story, but enjoyed reading yours. Nice Site!

    hey dee, i’m glad you enjoyed my story! thanks for dropping by! – charlotte

  • December 7, 2007

    I really don’t remember that moment. Must not have been too surprising I guess.

    summer, i think what happened is you simply grew up. thanks for dropping by!.. – charlotte

  • December 7, 2007

    I never truly believed, because my dad is Jewish and he couldn’t bring himself to make Santa Claus real for us kids. So I always knew. I did accidentally reveal it to one of my little friends when I was in elementary school though – I didn’t realize that she didn’t already know. Oops…

    My 3 girls believe in Santa Claus and I hope to keep it that way for as long as possible! :)

    hello deb, i’m going to do the same thing with my child(ren). i’ll make Santa Claus magical for as long as I can! – charlotte

  • December 7, 2007

    My parents always made sure we knew there was no Santa.

    marie, your parents and my aunt are of the same breed – those, i consider, who have a realistic interpretation of Santa Claus. thanks for dropping by – charlotte

  • December 7, 2007

    Sadly, I don’t remember. :(

    i think, same as Summer, .. you simply grew up! thanks for dropping by! -charlotte

  • December 8, 2007

    I think I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was 4. I told you I grew way too fast!

    hello grace, i think 4 is too young to stop believing. but then that’s good perhaps! – charlotte

  • December 10, 2007

    i never believed Santa Claus existed. our parents never introduced him to us. so, i knew ever since that Santa Claus is not for real. we used to never have a Christmas tree too. :)

    hello rose, Christmas is really a happy time in my childhood, not only, the Santa Claus stuff but also, all the filipino Christmas traditions, which i’m sure you can relate! – charlotte

  • December 19, 2008

    I found out that Santa wasn’t real when I was about 6 years old. We always put out cookies on Christmas Eve and my mom would write a note from Santa and leave it with the cookies. Then one year I recognized her handwriting and they made me swear not to tell my sister.

  • December 19, 2008

    I overheard my mom having a conversation with my older brothers about it. I never let on that I had heard it though.

  • December 19, 2008

    Being a Jewish child, I believe I have always known. Of course my parents always told us not to tell our friends.

  • December 19, 2008

    I think I was in the second grade when a classmate spilled the beans. I think I already had a suspicion, but wasn’t ready to give up the magic easily.

  • December 19, 2008

    One Christmas my sister blurted out about one of the presents I got saying “Oh! Mom and I bought that for you in Boston.” I was young enough that I didn’t put two and two together. But my parents thought I GOT it so they sat me down, apologized and explained.

  • December 19, 2008

    I don’t think I was ever told directly. Santa left notes on adding machine tape, and my mom was a CPA. The writing was too similar to my dad’s. Too fishy. So I announced to my parents when I was 6 that they no longer had to play Santa for me but I would play along for my sister, who was 5. And I told her. So she says. I don’t remember that!!!

  • December 19, 2008

    My parents never told me that Santa was real so I never really believed he was. We had fun with pretending he was real, though. Aloha!

  • December 19, 2008

    I was never told that Santa was real, so I never had to face that disappoinment! I tell my children that he was a real man, who did good things. The “fairy tale” kind of Santa is just a story to them. My husband says he doesn’t want some old man to get the credit for all those presents we buy with our hard-earned money! LOL!

  • December 19, 2008

    My older sister was in a snit about something & told me. I was totally bummed but after talking w/ my mom about the spirit of Christmas I realized that it wasn’t that big of a deal.

  • December 19, 2008

    My mom told me because I was arguing with kids at school about it.

  • December 19, 2008

    We never really believed… Being a family of little means, my parents could have NEVER pulled it off… lol..

  • December 19, 2008

    I actually have no idea of who/how I found out…I’m sure it was a bit of a sad time.

    Have a great weekend. I welcome you to stop by my blog and enter 2
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  • December 19, 2008

    I think I stopped believing in Santa around the age of seven but I have always loved the story and thought of him.

  • December 26, 2008

    I don’t remember so it must not have been a big deal for me.

  • December 30, 2008

    VUAv3S Thanks for good post

  • December 6, 2011

    Beautiful story. Thanks for sharing it again. I am still trying to decide whether we’ll have Santa at our house our not. I’m leaning towards just having him fill the kids’ stockings and not do anything big.

  • December 6, 2011

    My sister woke up once and saw my parents putting things together and placing things under the tree. She woke me up and told me about it.

  • December 11, 2011

    i don’t remember reading this blog before. you made me remind of santa and when i believed in magic. I remember being a kid again and remembering father. how hard it was then and how grateful i am that we overcame that crisis. i remembered mama so strong and at the same time helpless as well. it helps to look back, cause what and where we are now became more meaningful and important to me. i miss mama and papa. :-)

    • December 11, 2011

      Thanks for sharing your thoughts and sentiments, Sis! I miss Mama and Papa, too.

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