I had an older brother, he showed me the presents in my parent’s closet.
What are older siblings for?
An old girlfriend of mine said she never had any gifts from Santa. Her dad told her that he would break Santa’s legs if he ever showed up. So he never did.
Looking back, she thought it was funny. I thought her dad was a fucking idiot.
[quote]pushmepullme wrote:
How did you find out the truth about Santa Claus?
I was about five years old, and my older sister (7 at the time) told me the truth. I didn’t want to believe her, but Christmas night, I looked out my bedroom window and saw my parents unloading the trunk of their car.
I wouldn’t say I was devastated or anything. It was pretty cool, knowing that all our gifts were in the unlocked trunk, for future years.
What about you?[/quote]
When I was 4 I hid behind the couch and watched my parents wrap presents. Even at that age I didn’t think animals could fly, I figured if my dog couldn’t why could a reindeer.
I figured there was some messed up shit going down, like how the hell are you going to get mail to the north pole? Who the hell is going to drive a truck up there — for fucking free?
I never gave it too much thought though, I was getting sick christmas presents, and that was all that mattered.
So there never was “a moment” – although when i was four or something, I remember hearing something hit the roof in the middle of the night. That helped my belief for another year or so. I still wondered why it was ok for some crazy ass guy in a red jumpsuit to break into people’s houses though.
I got a double whammy in that I learned the truth about the Tooth Fairy and Santa at the same time.
I was 7, and pissed that the Tooth Fairy only left me a quarter this time as opposed to the dollar I got the last time (it was the early 70’s). I questioned the existence of such a tight-wadded fairy.
My mom, being sick and tired of my tantrum, let me know that the fairy was a myth, and that times were pretty tough around the rainjack house.
That only added fuel to the fire that was my titty fit.
I blurted out, as only a enraged junior-rainjack would, “so I guess that means Santa is a fake, too”. My mom was only too happy to answer that particular question for me.
Aside from the Baltimore Colts losing to the Miami Dolphins in the AFC Championship that year, it is one of my most vivid childhood memories.
But it’s really kind of odd. Once I had kids of my own, being Santa was 100 times funner than believing in him.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
I was 16 and playing varsity football. My team members told me. Motherfuckers never let me forget it all season long.[/quote]
I don’t know how they could laugh at you too hard if you were playing football in Montana. Being from THE football state, there is no such thing as varsity football in Montana.
I’m just sayin’.
p.s. - Happy Thanksgiving from me and jana to you and meesus push.
[quote]rainjack wrote:
Aside from the Baltimore Colts losing to the Miami Dolphins in the AFC Championship that year, it is one of my most vivid childhood memories.
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Sadly enough, many of my most vivid childhood memories involve the late 80’s Browns. The Drive, The Fumble, Red 88, etc. I still remember my friends dad saying words I’d never heard after The Drive, and throwing the remote at the TV while his wife yelled at him to “control himself.”
There should be a spoiler alert on this thread. 
[quote]The Bambino wrote:
rainjack wrote:
Aside from the Baltimore Colts losing to the Miami Dolphins in the AFC Championship that year, it is one of my most vivid childhood memories.
Sadly enough, many of my most vivid childhood memories involve the late 80’s Browns. The Drive, The Fumble, Red 88, etc. I still remember my friends dad saying words I’d never heard after The Drive, and throwing the remote at the TV while his wife yelled at him to “control himself.”[/quote]
Most of my pre-teen memories are indexed to what happened during any given NFL season.
My dad and my grand dad rented a motel room to insure they would get proper TV reception for the Ice Bowl game. They made sure I was there. I had just turned 2 years-old.
[quote]rainjack wrote:
The Bambino wrote:
rainjack wrote:
Aside from the Baltimore Colts losing to the Miami Dolphins in the AFC Championship that year, it is one of my most vivid childhood memories.
Sadly enough, many of my most vivid childhood memories involve the late 80’s Browns. The Drive, The Fumble, Red 88, etc. I still remember my friends dad saying words I’d never heard after The Drive, and throwing the remote at the TV while his wife yelled at him to “control himself.”
Most of my pre-teen memories are indexed to what happened during any given NFL season.
My dad and my grand dad rented a motel room to insure they would get proper TV reception for the Ice Bowl game. They made sure I was there. I had just turned 2 years-old. [/quote]
Damn, the Ice Bowl…what was that '66? '67?
I don’t know I’ve only read about it in the history books and seen grainy black and white footage on TV. I kid, I kid:)
[quote]The Bambino wrote:
Damn, the Ice Bowl…what was that '66? '67?
I don’t know I’ve only read about it in the history books and seen grainy black and white footage on TV. I kid, I kid:)[/quote]
Not so funny - that’s how I remember it: really grainy.
MNF is a little less grainy. If you don’t remember Dandy DOn Meridith singing “turn out the lights”, you are too young to remember REAL football.
[quote]rainjack wrote:
The Bambino wrote:
Damn, the Ice Bowl…what was that '66? '67?
I don’t know I’ve only read about it in the history books and seen grainy black and white footage on TV. I kid, I kid:)
Not so funny - that’s how I remember it: really grainy.
MNF is a little less grainy. If you don’t remember Dandy DOn Meridith singing “turn out the lights”, you are too young to remember REAL football. [/quote]
My earliest football memory was my parents having a big Super Bowl party in Chicago when the Bears won it in '85 with Sweet Walter and Jimmy McMahon at the helm.
[quote]The Bambino wrote:
My earliest football memory was my parents having a big Super Bowl party in Chicago when the Bears won it in '85 with Sweet Walter and Jimmy McMahon at the helm.
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I watched Jim McMahon throw for about 750 yards, or some shit, against the UTEP Miners in 1982-83 in the Sun Bowl in El Paso, Texas.
I think you should call me “Mr. rainjack” from here on out, as I probably have underwear older than you.
If you don’t believe, you don’t receive.
Also, how does one get a peek at Santa’s naughty girl list.
[quote]rainjack wrote:
The Bambino wrote:
My earliest football memory was my parents having a big Super Bowl party in Chicago when the Bears won it in '85 with Sweet Walter and Jimmy McMahon at the helm.
I watched Jim McMahon throw for about 750 yards, or some shit, against the UTEP Miners in 1982-83 in the Sun Bowl in El Paso, Texas.
I think you should call me “Mr. rainjack” from here on out, as I probably have underwear older than you. [/quote]
Leave it to a Texan to turn a Santa thread into a thread about football.
[quote]rainjack wrote:
If you don’t remember Dandy DOn Meridith singing “turn out the lights”, you are too young to remember REAL football. [/quote]
Daddy Rainjack: If you don’t remember when a wearing a flattop was REAL football.
Gramps Rainjack: If you don’t remember leather helmets you don’t remember REAL football
Great Gramps Rainjack: If you don’t remember NO helmet you don’t remember Real football.
Ancestor Rainjack: Hell, if there ain’t a couple of college kids getting killed in a game, it ain’t REAL football.
Texan by birth
Cowboy fan since early 60s!
Q: Why does Santa have such a big floppy grin all the time?
A: He knows where all the naughty girls live.
I think in some sense I still believe in Santa. I was in the first grade when this one girl was telling all of us Santa wasn’t real. I told her she was full of shit (actually, I told her she was wrong. I was such a nice kid for so long).
I continued to maintain this belief in Santa even when I knew he wasn’t real (which occured sometime around the fifth grade). I guess the most accurate way to describe it is that my faith in Christmas outlasted my belief in Santa Claus.
And I’ve always been about the myth and grandeur of my own life. Somehow, having a diabetic coke-drinkin dude dropping me off sweet booty once a year just fit.