November 27, 2006

Tracking Santa

Matt gives us the info for NORAD’s tracking of Santa. It’s a cool thing. Reminded me of when I was a kid, and doing chores on Christmas Eve.

My pa kept a polka station playing in the dairy barn, and they would broadcast Santa’s location as darkness fell. I can still remember tossing down bales of straw, or breaking them up, and stopping every time an announcement came on. I used to get so damn excited… especially once he was spotted over the US. I bet Pa was busting up, watching me.

Not totally off topic, how old were you before you realized that Santa was a bit closer than you thought?

Posted by That 1 Guy at November 27, 2006 07:52 AM | TrackBack
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Probably about 6, but up until then he lived!

Posted by: Mushy at November 27, 2006 08:42 AM

I was 5

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at November 27, 2006 08:55 AM

I was eight when I discovered a new Tog'l set in the hallway closet on a high shelf. My oldest brother said, "About time you figured it out, idiot". What a bummer.

Posted by: Jerry at November 27, 2006 09:24 AM

5 for me. Though honestly, I really do *still* believe in Santa more than a little bit...

My girls are hanging in there, but at 8 and 10 I think they are mostly just playing along for my sake.

And that's okay.

Posted by: Richmond at November 27, 2006 03:25 PM

At eight, I had serious doubts, but I knew for sure by my ninth Christmas.

I had doubts earlier, but my dad convinced me otherwise. If I can find a pic, I'll post it.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at November 27, 2006 04:20 PM

Dude, Christmas is a month away... It's too soon to be tracking Santa!

Oh, and I was 4. It ended the day I discovered my father changing out of the Santa Suit.

Posted by: Contagion at November 27, 2006 06:26 PM

What do you mean "closer than you thought"? Unless the North Pole has moved closer to Rockford, he ain't so close.......

I BELIEVE!!!

Posted by: Tammi at November 27, 2006 07:27 PM

Dear T1G—

I am 4(t-something) years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in Drunken Wisdom, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

(No--wait--nevermind--I'm not sure I want to hear your version)

Posted by: Virginia at November 27, 2006 08:10 PM

I'm with Tammi on this one. He's alive and kicking. Hey even Norad says so and who wants to argue with the military.

Posted by: Tink at November 27, 2006 08:24 PM

I can't remember being too let down about the whole thing, partly because my folks were having as much fun keeping him real as I had trying to figure it all out. My dad finally did admit though, when I spotted the presents wrapped and stashed away in the laundry room, "Santa had to come earlier this year!" When I protested, he asked, "Well who did the tags say they were from?" I answered, "Santa." He responded, "There you have it!"

Posted by: leggerman at November 27, 2006 09:54 PM

He's always there, dontcha know?

Posted by: caltechgirl at November 27, 2006 10:44 PM

I think I was like 8 or 9. I think I found out there was not Easter Bunny and then I asked about Santa. They tried to get me to keep believing but I threatened to go to the Encyclopedia.

Posted by: Sissy at November 27, 2006 10:53 PM

I think about 5 or 6.

I went to visit the local Santa Shack in town, told the old guy what I wanted, then asked for his Zip Code so I could mail him an updated list.

He rattled off about 7 or 8 numbers then followed with "it doesn't matter".

I knew damn well that it was only 5 numbers, and it did TOO matter. Lying bastard.

When Santa doesn't know his own Zip Code, you KNOW it's a scam.

Posted by: Harvey at November 28, 2006 05:55 PM

I was... 8.

Posted by: Bou at November 28, 2006 07:25 PM