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Originally Posted by jimhelm
In my experience, there comes a point where the kids figure it out and start pretending to believe. It maui be that you have to live it to understand, but the people that get all high and mighty about the santa charade just come off as buzz kills.
It's fun to believe in santa. That's enough for me.
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My brother surprised all of us last weekend by showing up at mom and dad's dressed, surprising well except he's thin, as Santa. He knocked on the window from outside and the girls screamed and jumped around. Apparently the oldest one still believes, but I bet she's gettign to the doubting point.
It's magical kid stuff. They have plenty of time to grow up and be disillusioned. Let them have their magic, while they can.
You know, JBK, you remind me of that scene from Uncle Buck, where John Candy is visiting the principal from his young niece's school.
Buck Russell: I don't think I want to know a six-year-old who isn't a dreamer, or a sillyheart. And I sure don't want to know one who takes their student career seriously. I don't have a college degree. I don't even have a job. But I know a good kid when I see one. Because they're ALL good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like you drag them down and convince them they're no good. You so much as scowl at my niece, or any other kid in this school, and I hear about it, and I'm coming looking for you!
[of Anita's mole]
Buck Russell: Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam.
In other words, lighten up Francis. You make baby jesus cry. I don't want to know a god who would stomp on childrens' flights of fancy.