I can't actually remember properly believing in father christmas. I didn't sleep well when I was a kid -especially at christmas - and my mummy used to somehow manage to sneak stockings to the end of my bed while, at the same time, saying reassuring things like, "Sarah, if you don't go to sleep then Father Christmas won't come!"
Whereas one year my Dad did it, noticed I was still awake and went, "Sarah! You're supposed to be asleep!" and generally was LESS SNEAKY about the whole business. But I remember being almost completely unsurprised that my Father was putting presents at the end of my bed, so I imagine that I was already suspicious about it.
I think it's the presence of Dudes Who Dress Up As Santa that made me never really believe in him. I mean, if he was really all special and magical then he wouldn't manage to look like Father White and Richard Cain's Dad depending on where you happened to be visiting him. I think that was my reasoning, though it sounds slightly unconvincing given my inability to differentiate betweeen men who AREN'T wearing fake beards and putting on a funny voice.
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Whereas one year my Dad did it, noticed I was still awake and went, "Sarah! You're supposed to be asleep!" and generally was LESS SNEAKY about the whole business. But I remember being almost completely unsurprised that my Father was putting presents at the end of my bed, so I imagine that I was already suspicious about it.
I think it's the presence of Dudes Who Dress Up As Santa that made me never really believe in him. I mean, if he was really all special and magical then he wouldn't manage to look like Father White and Richard Cain's Dad depending on where you happened to be visiting him. I think that was my reasoning, though it sounds slightly unconvincing given my inability to differentiate betweeen men who AREN'T wearing fake beards and putting on a funny voice.