Father Christmas. At what age "should" kids stop believing in him?

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Accy cyclist

Legendary Member
Your presents were never wrapped?

No, funnily enough I don't recall as a child receiving a wrapped present, either a Christmas present, or a birthday one. šŸ¤” šŸ§ My parents brought me an Action Man frog diver suit when I had my tonsils out aged 7 in 1968. I remember that wasn't wrapped either, but it's only since you mentioned it that I've thought about it. I'm not bothered at all. I think my parents were like me, not very good at wrapping presents. They did wrap presents after I got married as my then wife was into wrapping presents to perfection, so they probably thought they had to make an effort when sending her presents.
 
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I think I stopped believing aged about 10, after I found my forthcoming Father Christmas delivered Scalextric on top of a wardrobe, about a fortnight before Christmas Day!:rolleyes: Me and brother kept taking it down, assembling the track and playing with it when mum and dad went to the pub, then putting it back before they got back. I played along with the belief in Father Christmas on Christmas Day, if I remember rightly.:rolleyes:

One year I was playing on my parent's bed when I noticed a box on top of their wardrobe
I looked and it was a car race track - one of those ones like Hot Wheels is now

spoiled the surprise on Christmas Day when I opened it and had to act surprised

so after that I made a big effort to not look anywhere for a few weeks before Christmas!!!
 

Electric_Andy

Heavy Metal Fan
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I made a deal with my sister that we would find out what our parents had got us, and tell each other. I was about 12 and she 14. I told her she was getting mini mouse braces which was true, she was not impressed. They did seem a bit childish for her. She told me I was getting a radio controlled car which was a lie. So I'm there bragging to everyone on the school bus that I'm getting a race spec RC car and come Christmas day I open a pair of jeans and a denim jacket!
 

Accy cyclist

Legendary Member
I made a deal with my sister that we would find out what our parents had got us, and tell each other. I was about 12 and she 14. I told her she was getting mini mouse braces which was true, she was not impressed. They did seem a bit childish for her. She told me I was getting a radio controlled car which was a lie. So I'm there bragging to everyone on the school bus that I'm getting a race spec RC car and come Christmas day I open a pair of jeans and a denim jacket!

What make of jeans were they, and did they match? šŸ¤”
 

Accy cyclist

Legendary Member
I remember Christmas 1968 when it was all over the news about NASA's Apollo 8 orbiting the moon. I went to a working men's club's children's Christmas party. When Father Christmas arrived at the end of the party to hand out presents I noticed a particular distinctive tattoo on his wrist. It was exactly the same one as my grandad's boozing partner had! :ohmy: Mmm, what a coincidence eh! šŸ¤” :rolleyes:
 
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Accy cyclist

Legendary Member

Glad to hear it wasn't just me then!!:cheers:
 

PaulSB

Squire
When I was a kid I had 2 types of presents from my parents

We had three types. A stocking with an orange, chocolate etc. That was to keep us quiet for a while. Then it was present opening round the tree. Lastly, Christmas was a big extended family do, there were Christmas tree presents.

When it got round to sandwich time each person would have a small present hanging from the tree. First child would take one from the tree and give to recipient. That person would then select the next present etc........I suspect the adults deliberately made the children wait till the end.......
 

Dogtrousers

Kilometre nibbler
A stocking with an orange, chocolate etc. That was to keep us quiet for a while.
Yes I remember that. A sock with some things in. It kept me quiet because I was deep in thought trying to figure out what on earth was going on.

My very own satsuma. Great. There was a bowl of the things in the living room if I wanted one. A walnut? Yes, a walnut! One: I'd need nutcrackers. Two: I'd need an adult skilled in the use of nutcrackers Three: I didn't like walnuts. What other pointless wonders would I find? An onion maybe, or perhaps a sink plug? Ah at last, Some chocolate. Fair enough. Eat the chocolate. What's next? Woo another walnut.
 
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