tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post3453909653495462560..comments2024-03-28T22:46:42.535-07:00Comments on Oddball Observations : IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?Catalysthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804837416104556928noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-82947994393594402562013-12-17T13:44:45.497-07:002013-12-17T13:44:45.497-07:00I remember finding my Barbie camper in my parents&...I remember finding my Barbie camper in my parents' closet - that's when I knew that my MOTHER was Santa Claus. I was not the least bit upset - my mother was a fabulous Santa. She even let me play with the camper (secretly) until Christmas :)The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-57655273159484740632013-12-12T13:05:04.228-07:002013-12-12T13:05:04.228-07:00Lovely post. I can't remember when I learned t...Lovely post. I can't remember when I learned the truth about Santa but I fondly remember falling asleep waiting for the sound of his reindeer on our roof.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-15819125115888659122013-12-12T06:56:23.775-07:002013-12-12T06:56:23.775-07:00Nice post.
SteveNice post.<br /><br />SteveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-10063347504089890992013-12-12T06:10:16.236-07:002013-12-12T06:10:16.236-07:00Well said Ms. Haase. :)
SWell said Ms. Haase. :)<br /><br />SLowandslowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08608734222483888884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-77338394119901461292013-12-12T03:21:53.310-07:002013-12-12T03:21:53.310-07:00A lovely post. I never did believe in Father Chri...A lovely post. I never did believe in Father Christmas, and that was because my earliest memory of Christmas was being awakened by my mother stumbling into a chair with a pillow case of goodies. That in itself was remarkable as there was a war on. The fun part was 'keeping the secret' from my younger sisters. Tomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09028121782477111901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-63386209629876086032013-12-11T23:55:38.806-07:002013-12-11T23:55:38.806-07:00We understand your niece's concern. When the ...We understand your niece's concern. When the girls were young we told them that Santa Claus was the symbol of giving. We didn't make a big thing about it, but when ever we mentioned Santa or when ever they asked about Santa we would always add that Santa was the symbol of giving. One day we heard one of them say to a friend as they were playing around our collection of Santas, that Santa was the symbol of giving. When they eventually learned, I think both of them heard it from kids at school, it made even more sense to them.Tom Cochrunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04046822056852446079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225908709483096965.post-69317726808084636062013-12-11T21:03:27.999-07:002013-12-11T21:03:27.999-07:00When Lincoln was reading Aesop's Fables, his f...When Lincoln was reading Aesop's Fables, his friend said: "Those are lies Abe." Lincoln answered: "Yes, but they are good lies." Phil Perisichnoreply@blogger.com