Oh bother
So, a teacher implied to a class of six-year-olds that there is no Santa.
D.J.’s teacher, Geneta Codner, was reading a story about the Tooth Fairy on Monday and the class started discussing what was real and what was not, said district spokesman Joe Donzelli. The subject of Santa then came up, and the teacher started questioning parts of his story — How could a fat jolly man fit down a chimney? How could reindeer fly around the world in one night? — and told the children that wasn’t possible.
“It’s all been blown out of proportion,” Codner said Tuesday. “I’m sorry [parents] think I meant it that way. We were just having a discussion. I don’t know where all this hurt came from.” She said none of the children acted upset or sad during class. But Jolly and others beg to differ.
Dickhead.
December 3rd, 2003 at 11:01 am
I was just having a discussion with a co-worker about how we found out…
She was told by her older sister during a fight.
I found out by snooping and finding a race-car set under my parents bed that later I got from Santa.
I also remember a few years later going to a school open house at my younger brother’s school where in a meeting with the principal he accidently let something slip while young kids were in the audience.
December 3rd, 2003 at 11:22 am
I don’t know how I’m going to handle Santa when I have kids. On some level telling your kids about Santa, the Easter Bunny and some deities I won’t mention involves lying to your kids. I want my kids to experience wonder, but I don’t know that I want them believing in magic.
December 3rd, 2003 at 11:37 am
You know, I was ambivelant about the whole Santa thing (my wife overruled me – the kids will hear about Santa), and I understand why people would not want to tell their kids about Santa: but for crying out loud, thats not the teacher’s place!
December 3rd, 2003 at 1:43 pm
Agreed about that, Kevin. That wasn’t the teacher’s place.
December 3rd, 2003 at 2:56 pm
My mother finally had to tell me, and as I recall, I was ridiculously old to be still believing in Santa Claus. (Fourth grade maybe?) I was SHOCKED at the news, and my initial reaction was to cry and say “I guess that means there’s no Easter Bunny either!” and storm off.
Needless to say, my subsequent embarassment at the whole mess (coupled with my appropriate name of “Thomas”) helps to explain why I now believe in almost nothing that I can’t see, feel, touch, or measure. 🙂
December 3rd, 2003 at 3:14 pm
Poor guy…scarred for life 😉
My son’s in second grade – I don’t remember what grade I was in when I found out – I hope he doesn’t find out for a long time…