They asked her not to tell her brother and let him find out on his own time. She became suspicious and confronted her dad about it. The truth came out when her dad signed a school form and she noticed his unique handwriting was identical to Santa’s writing on the present name tags. She stopped believing in Santa when she was around 8 or 9 years old. “In my house, Santa was the magical man who came once a year to bring joy in the form of toys to little kids,” Madison Roberts, Freshman pharmacy major, said. I loved waiting on Santa to stop at our house and anxiously awaiting the time we’d finally open the gifts.Ī few students share my experience of Santa Claus growing up. This blew my mind because I can’t imagine not having that magical feeling as a kid every year. Something I’ve learned since coming to Cedarville is that many students didn’t carry the tradition of Santa Claus in their houses growing up. I faked being asleep, and then when my mom left the room I cried as I realized it all was a lie. My parents came into the room to leave a dollar under my pillow, but it was Christmas Eve so of course I wasn’t asleep.
It wasn’t until I lost a tooth on Christmas Eve one year that I discovered the sad and shocking truth that rocked my world at the age of 10. In the morning, we would wake our parents up and go downstairs to see all of the stockings filled and the gifts that he left us. We’d watch him on the “Santa Tracker ” app and then go to bed, although we never could fall asleep. On Christmas Eve, we would leave cookies and milk on the kitchen counter and rush to bed so Santa could come and bring us gifts. Growing up, Santa Claus was an annual tradition in my house.
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