definately santa for me. it was because while god was something i figured out for myself, santa was something that came unexpectedly and shocking. i can't remember how old i was, but apparently my older brother figured out santa and blabbed about it to me one night before christmas. so within a minute, something i had assumed to be truth suddenly became a lie.
i was very religious, so god could have been worse. if my parents one day told me that god wasn't real and they just made him up to keep me from breaking the rules, i imagine it would feel like my world turning upside down. fortunately for me, this wasn't the case. i started exploring my beliefs on my own. this gradually lead to questions and doubts until i finally decided to break away, and then i came here.
cleric of reason, you have my condolences. your situation makes me aprreciate having parents who don't go to church or talk about religion.
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