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Zat you, Santa Claus? by Mike E. P. on 16 Dec, 2013 19:19
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Who else has documentation of the moment they stopped believing in Santa Claus?
That's me to the left of Bad Santa. I was probably about six or seven. My sister's there. I think my brother was hiding. And that lady peeing herself is my aunt.
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#1 by Roger on 16 Dec, 2013 19:37
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That is just too damn
I have a very terrible memory and have no idea when I stopped believing in the jolly fat man. -
#2 by Cave Dweller on 17 Dec, 2013 05:25
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Funny pic, Mike.
This is one reason I never have enjoyed dressing up as Santa even though the costume I own is a pretty nice one. I always fear I will do something to ruin the illusion for a child. -
#3 by slymyke on 17 Dec, 2013 18:41
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Haha.. too funny.
Mike, that would not have made me a non-believer. I would have asked about why Santa looked so fake, and my Mom would have told me that it was a someone pretending to be Santa, because the real one was so busy. I bought in to every lie my parents told me about Santa for a long time (I guess I really wanted to believe)... whenever something didn't add up, I would ask about it. They would tell me some outlandish lie to explain it... and I would believe it. It wasn't until one day when the tooth fairy forgot to come that my parents told me there really wasn't a tooth fairy. From there, I figured out all the rest. -
#4 by Mikekoz13 on 17 Dec, 2013 18:59
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This past Saturday I was Santa Claus for a fifth year. I love being Santa. It actually winds up being a gift to me from the kids.
I actually ride my Harley into our Fire Hall where Breakfast with Santa is held. I have "Here Comes Santa Claus" blaring from the stereo on the Bike. This year my daughter was my Elf, Noelle, and rode in on the back of the Bike.
If you want to really feel the Spirit of Christmas get up off your chair and volunteer some time at Christmas. Your heart will soar.
You can see photos of our Breakfast with Santa event here:
http://harlem41.smugmug.com/Holidays/Breakfast-with-Santa-2013/35392975_7VDBrd#!i=2970193730&k=d4NNzsJ
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#5 by Mike E. P. on 17 Dec, 2013 20:26
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Haha.. too funny.
Mike, that would not have made me a non-believer.
I can remember that very moment - my uncle saying he had to go out for cigarettes and I was very suspicious. It was about ten o'clock on Christmas Eve. Nothing would be open. Five minutes later here comes Santa with the plastic face! I knew it was Uncle Phil. But I don't really remember if I stopped believing that day. I know that the excitement of going to sleep on Christmas Eve continued for a lot of years after that photo! But we made a point not to pull a number like that on our kids!This past Saturday I was Santa Claus for a fifth year. I love being Santa. It actually winds up being a gift to me from the kids.
http://harlem41.smugmug.com/Holidays/Breakfast-with-Santa-2013/35392975_7VDBrd#!i=2970193730&k=d4NNzsJ
Mike - great photos and a great looking Santa Claus! I would have loved seeing you arriving on your bike. Santa recently arrived for the tree lighting in our town on a fire truck. -
#6 by Cave Dweller on 17 Dec, 2013 22:08
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This past Saturday I was Santa Claus for a fifth year. I love being Santa. It actually winds up being a gift to me from the kids.
You look great, too, Mike. -
#7 by baldjoeg on 19 Dec, 2013 18:17
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Mike,
You make an awesome looking Santa. Glad to hear that you were able to make it out again on your Harley. Too cold and snowy to do it here. Thanks for sharing. -
#8 by Sir Harry on 20 Dec, 2013 03:10
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@Mike EP-Nice picture, that would make a good picture on Facebook (or other social site) for TBT (Throw Back Thursday)
@Mike Koz-Nice Santa picture on the Harley...Hope the event(s) you participated in was/were a great success! -
#9 by wpruitt on 20 Dec, 2013 10:02
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I actually ride my Harley into our Fire Hall where Breakfast with Santa is held. I have "Here Comes Santa Claus" blaring from the stereo on the Bike.
Cool. It's great when Santa makes a grand entrance. When I was growing up, he came into town on the Seaboard Special. The railroad ran a train down the line from Birmingham on the Saturday before Christmas. It would pull into town with Santa throwing candy from the locomotive (Santa was an engineer for the Seaboard). He'd head back to the caboose (shows you how long ago it was) so kids could talk with him. Sadly, he retired and the railroad stopped the Santa train.