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Post by Seymour Glass on Aug 8, 2010 21:51:42 GMT -5
"I have no problems with parents telling their children stories about Santa," Klaus commented. "But if your children do ask if he's real, I would recommend telling them the truth. You just shouldn't lie to your kids and tell them he's real. When I found out the truth about Santa, it made absolutely no difference on my outlook on Christmas."
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Aug 8, 2010 22:06:56 GMT -5
Fiona said, "I was 6 when I stopped believing in Santa. My brother was forced to believe until I stopped believing (secretly he didn't). I was up at 11 pm, to go to the bathroom, where I saw mom wrapping one of my presents."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 8, 2010 22:07:27 GMT -5
"We've decided that we're going to tell our baby that there is a Santa Claus," Esmé said, her hand once more resting affectionately over her belly. "Although I was never quite sure what to think, Jerome believed, and it certainly didn't cause him any harm."
"We feel it's important for children to experience that sort of thing," Jerome replied. "After all, childhood is when a person's belief in magic is at its strongest."
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Post by Seymour Glass on Aug 8, 2010 22:24:37 GMT -5
"Your parents shouldn't have forced your brother to believe," Isadora said to Fiona. "You can't really choose your beliefs. My brothers and I were about 8 years old when we found out Santa wasn't real. Some of our classmates told us we were too old to be still believing in Santa. We confronted our mom about it and she told us he wasn't real. My parents never actually told us Santa was real. We just assumed, and our parents played along."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Aug 9, 2010 15:18:52 GMT -5
"Well, you guys do all make good points," Quigley replied. "Of course, some children are quite resilient. They'll cling on to their belief in Santa Klaus, no matter how often people tell them he's not real."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 9, 2010 16:24:49 GMT -5
"I agree with Isadora," Esmé said to Fiona. "Believing in Santa Claus should be something fun for you to enjoy - not forced upon you by people just because they think it's 'right'. That's terrible!"
"Looking back on my childhood," Jerome said, "it's funny how I was so passive in just about everything but my belief in Santa Claus. When the kids at school would say he didn't exist, or tease me for believing, I wouldn't hesitate to tell them they were wrong. Although, I always made sure never to raise my voice."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Aug 9, 2010 17:31:39 GMT -5
"Duncan was the first of us to stop believing," explained Quigley. "He tried to get Isadora and I to stop believing, and we got mad at him. After Mom had a good talking with him, though - he then apologized. My parents made it clear that it was okay for him not to believe, but that it was not okay for him to ruin it for everyone else."
"I don't think Klaus ever believed," added Violet. "As for me, I stopped believing at five - which is probably younger than most. However, we knew not to ruin it for our friends."
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Post by Seymour Glass on Aug 9, 2010 22:57:10 GMT -5
"Like my counterpart, I don't think I've ever actually believed," Klaus said to Violet. "I was five and your counterpart was seven when I told her he wasn't real. Sunny's only five and she found out when she was four that there was no Santa Claus."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 10, 2010 10:20:31 GMT -5
"My brother was eight," Jerome said. "My mother and I had taken him to the mall to see Santa Claus. Then Andrew had to use the bathroom, so I went with him to find one. You can imagine the look on his face when Santa came out of the stall, his beard hanging half way off his face, and his coat open to reveal a stained undershirt. Andrew burst into tears and ran off, and of course I didn't want him to get lost, so I ran after him. Mother and I later explained to him that the man he'd seen in the bathroom was just one of Santa's helpers. But Andrew couldn't be swayed. It was sad to see him stop believing in something that, at his age, I believed so fiercely in. Still, he recovered from his unfortunate event quickly, and even supported his friends who still believed in Santa Claus."
"Poor Andrew," Esmé said, a little dejectedly. "I'm just glad it didn't scar him."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Aug 17, 2010 16:08:14 GMT -5
"I can imagine how devastating that would be," Violet agreed. As she looked up, she saw Emily running towards him. "Oh, hello, there!"
"Where have you been, Emily?" Quigley asked.
"I found this near the lava lamp," Emily explained, as she showed everyone the rainbow-coloured stone.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 17, 2010 16:39:17 GMT -5
"What a pretty stone," Esmé marveled, as she and Jerome peered closer. "I wonder where it came from?"
"It reminds me of the stones I collected as a child," Jerome replied. "I would find them on Briny Beach and take them home where I put them in a jar. Of course, none of the ones I ever came across were rainbow-colored."
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Aug 17, 2010 19:31:27 GMT -5
Fiona said, "Cool stone, Emily. Guess what everybody? My brother has a new girlfriend. Her name is Clementine, like the fruit. I hope to meet her when I go back to America for spring break."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 17, 2010 22:39:37 GMT -5
"That's wonderful, Fiona!" Esmé gushed, and clapped her long-nailed hands together excitedly.
"I certainly hope you like her more than his last girlfriend," Jerome said, winking at Fiona. "As I'm sure you will. Believe me when I say my own brother had his share of girlfriends who were less than memorable. Both to us and to him."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Aug 18, 2010 8:50:34 GMT -5
Marty (from Opening Up) Enters
"How did I get here?" Marty asked, as he glanced at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Duncan!" called out Violet. "You're here!"
"Who is Duncan!" Marty gasped. "Hey, Artie, how did you get here?"
"Uh, who's Artie?" Violet asked, confused.
"Artie is my identical twin brother," replied Marty. "Y'know, the boy that you're standing next to."
"Uh, I'm Quigley," replied the boy standing next to Violet. "You're not Duncan?"
"Uh, no, I'm Marty," replied the newcomer. "Marty McFly."
"And I'm Quigley Quagmire," replied the boy standing next to Violet. "I do have some McFlys in my family tree, but..."
"Whoa! This is heavy!" gasped Marty. "You look like my twin... and me... but you're not him."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 18, 2010 10:10:25 GMT -5
"Am I missing something?" Jerome asked. "Either I've suddenly started seeing double vision, or..." He reached into his pocket for his reading glasses and put them on. "Nope, you're all still there."
"There's nothing wrong with your eyes, honey," Esmé assured. "I see them, too."
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