What do aspies think of Santa Claus?

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hi all, how i learned about the fate of the myth real or fake was when i was about 7 and my granpa would get up in middle of night and turn off his breathing machine(he had sleep apnea) and id hear crinkling of wrapping paper going on under tree and the same night i slept with head at other end of bed and i kept it secret until i was about 12 that it was my grandparents doing the part of santa. same for tooth fairy i once hid my tooth in a matchbox truck and watched it from other end of bed and seen my grandma trying to shove a 5 doller bill in small truck door were tooth was.


i see santa is same colors as the routemaster buses. speaking of them i dont know if you have cable or satillite tv but there a channel me and my dad like called RFD-TV its about farming and old antique tractors. sunday's episode i was watching and guess what? at start of program they showed a routemaster bus!! on a show meant for antique tractors.

sorry i know it was offtopic about tractors and routies

For my communications class last year, I did three presentations on why Santa was anti-Christ.

Quoted for truth. My liberal and Jewish instructor said I was overreacting when I said kids disappointed to find Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the tooth fairy, would by their own omission disown God so they wouldn't be disappointed. This is precisely what I was afraid of.

I was an only child and believed in Santa Claus for a while because I was trusting and naive. What made me upset though was one year I broke something on Christmas Eve. I cried and was so upset because I thought I wouldn't get any presents. I think that would have been an ideal time to stop the Santa Claus nonsense. After I found out he wasn't real I remembered being so scared then.

And you won't get any flack from me - because while my husband is an adamant Santa Claus, Easter Bunny type person I am one of those Christians who doesn't appreciate them. So while I don't cause controversy by disputing my husband, when my son with HFA asks about Santa Claus I tell him the carefully worded truth and turn the focus to Jesus instead. Same with the Easter Bunny - I don't know nothing about no giant bunnies handing out candy - sounds kind of weird to me .

Never believed in him, due to a variance from the norm in family rituals.

When I got to be about six or seven, I stopped believing in Santa Claus. I started to wonder how can a fat man fit down a chimney without getting stuck. Besides the house that I grew up in didn't have a chimney. So when I asked my mom how Santa was going to get in without a chimney, she said she would leave a door open so he could get in. I thought to myself "Yeah, right!" You don't leave a door open in this neighborhood unless you want somebody to come in and rip off everything you got.

I was about six when I decided that the evidence was that Santa could not possibly exist. I then had a panic attack--what if the presents stopped coming?!--and pretended loudly to my parents that he existed for the next six years.

Basically my opinion of Santa Claus, simplified, is this: It's an excuse to exchange nice things.

The origin of today's modern Santa Claus is from Coca Cola. But actually the origin of the myth goes way back to pagan times. I read that in ancient times there was a ritual where a guy would go out, dressed somewhat similarly to our modern day Saint Nick, to collect magic mushrooms for the village at a certain time of year. Everyone lived in holes back then and he would walk buy each person's hole and throw these magic mushrooms down the hole. The magic mushrooms that he picked grew underneath pine trees and so that was the origin of the Christmas tree. As well, the modern image of eight tiny reindeer originated from a related pagan ritual of drinking the urine of deer after the deer had eaten these magic mushrooms.

Santa Claus is not real anymore, but he used to be hundreds of years ago.

Yeah, here are a few things I've just been dying to know:

1). Who handles his pension plan? Does he have a 401K, private mutual fund, or is he in with a union?

2). Who covers flying sled insurance these days? I'm pricing a few up around here and I'm curious.

3). Where does his working capital come from? I can tell he's a 503 (c) nonprofit or something but the funding looks a little elusive and I can't find any of his 990's online.

4). Do the elves really do all the work or do they break into department stores when need be and get crackheads to take the fall when they get caught?

I realised when I was about seven, so when Mum told me that he wasn't real when I was ten, it wasn't too bad a shock, except for the 1% of me that wanted to still believe in him.

Julie

I told my kids that Santa Clause isnt real when they were nine and ten years old. What a mistake! They got very upset. And then started asking me tearfully whether the Easter bunny or the toothfairy existed. They were so upset that I had to backtrack and say that ..actually...it is believed by many that Santa Clause does exist, but that only some people say he doesnt exist and those people might very well be wrong.

We dont discuss it anymore. I will let them find out on their own.

It's not the insurance, it's passing the inspection regime that's really troublesome.

The FAA have finally caught up with their backlog, and sent an inspector to the North Pole.

He is surprised to find Santa's paperwork, licences and maintenance logs are fully up to date and specification, and acknowledges that only an inspection flight is now required.

While boarding, Santa notices the inspector is carrying a large paper-wrapped parcel, and calls him on it: "Come on, you know the rules! All baggage must pass security checks -you don't catch me that easily!"
"Ah, that's a little awkward," says the inspector "But you are correct. "
He unwraps the parcel to reveal a shotgun.

Santa is amazed: "What on were you thinking of, bringing that on board?"

"Ah well, it's really supposed to be a surprise, but you might just lose a powerplant or two on take-off."

Okay, I admit it. I still send letter to Saint Nick. . .but each year. . .no winning lottery ticket.

I'll write a Letter to Santa this year, asking him to make London beautiful, again.

When I was 5 I began to wonder how Santa was visiting two shopping centres at once. When I sat on his lap I saw the strap holding his beard on and realised that the real Santa gets fakes to help him out. Eventually I decided they are all fakes since it was mum and dad who put the presents under the tree.

I hate Coca-Cola for changing Santa to promote their product. He looked better in the traditional, green clothes and now he's just a jolly advocate of consumerism.

Here is my Christmas list:

A winning lottery ticket for at least $1,000,000 dollars.
To raid Adobe and Corel and grab all graphics software available.
To raid other software companies and grab other software (audio recording studio, etc)
A top of the line MacIntosh system to use for art/graphics.
Every anime dvd available.
The car I most desire.
World peace.
And a house at the beach.

I don't think that's asking to much.