Poll: Belief in Santa Claus

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I believe in santa-but even if he’s not real, at least there’s Saint Nicholas. 😃
 
When I found out at age 7 (and for my parents, this is really something), I got to be an official Elf. This meant I got to help Christmas shop, stay up late to “help” Santa, and wrap presents. I was sworn to secrecy.I took my duties very seriously.

Today, I like to “help” St. Nicholas on his feast day by “assisting” him in dropping presents where they are least expected and most needed. I hope others would think of that, too. No tag with writing, just a holy card of the good saint or even a homemade one with his image does the trick.
 
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When I found out at age 7 (and for my parents, this is really something), I got to be an official Elf. This meant I got to help Christmas shop, stay up late to “help” Santa, and wrap presents. I was sworn to secrecy.I took my duties very seriously.

Today, I like to “help” St. Nicholas on his feast day by “assisting” him in dropping presents where they are least expected and most needed. I hope others would think of that, too. No tag with writing, just a holy card of the good saint or even a homemade one with his image does the trick.
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What a sweet idea.👍
 
When cleaning out their garage, my fiance’s brother and sister (both grown) found an unopened envelope addressed to Santa. They decided to open and read it.

Dear Santa,
This is —. I was just writing to tell you that I believe you are real. I know you are real because my mom told me you are real, and she would never lie to me.
Love,​

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:rotfl: The author of the letter was the brother, who was quite amused. The sister was also quite amused, but patted herself on the back for teaching her children not to believe in Santa (however the kids know not to spoil it for others).
 
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When I found out at age 7 (and for my parents, this is really something), I got to be an official Elf. This meant I got to help Christmas shop, stay up late to “help” Santa, and wrap presents. I was sworn to secrecy.I took my duties very seriously.

Today, I like to “help” St. Nicholas on his feast day by “assisting” him in dropping presents where they are least expected and most needed. I hope others would think of that, too. No tag with writing, just a holy card of the good saint or even a homemade one with his image does the trick.
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This was pretty much how my parents handled it, too.
 
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