Justin Nitsuj
Superstar
If he isn't fake, he's scared to go the ghetto anyways 
Why are blacc ppl obsessed with telling their babies Santa Clause is fake
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I give white ppl credit for stuff outside of Santa to my kids. My son needed some new cleats for football. I got them and told him a random white guy bought them for himLet a fat cac who doesn’t exist take all the credit for all the money you spent brehs
That being said…my daughter believed
you shouldn't have to tell your kid
that's the true test of what type of yout you raising
if the truth breaks his reality chances are he's a muppet
that's the true test of what type of yout you raising
if the truth breaks his reality chances are he's a muppet
Do you know Santa …St Nicholas was a real person … who lived and died … who gave away gold in his lifetime… I’m saying it wasn’t made up … what he is now is lies nothing but lies …
I’m saying …
I don’t know why he became a hero … and excluding the Jesus story most of Christmas is bullshyt turned into a money grab but it’s cultural fun … we know even Jesus wasn’t born on that day but the sugary bullshyt has an effect to make this one of the more tolerable times of year for a lot of people …
Of course you can celebrate or not but unless you homeschool your child is force fed all of the cultural and commercial stuff at school … they can’t escape it easily and will ultimately look at you weird for not playing along
I have childhood friends that are still low key bitter about never getting gifts because of religious reasons …
levitate
I love you, you know.
Because it’s a subliminal form of white supremacy.
“Here’s this magical white man that watches over you and brings you gifts on Christmas if you are kind.”
Nah. We’re off that. This is 2022 not 1822.
We work hard to provide the needs and wants of our children. Not gonna let some fake, magical white guy take the credit.
“Here’s this magical white man that watches over you and brings you gifts on Christmas if you are kind.”
Nah. We’re off that. This is 2022 not 1822.
We work hard to provide the needs and wants of our children. Not gonna let some fake, magical white guy take the credit.
Dark Knyght
All Star
Yeah, I told my wife my son ain’t believing we getting being “blessed” by no cac. And we ain’t sitting on that cacs lap either. That’s some pedo shyt.
Mine bitter now lol and idga shyt either. They got gifts but all that make believe shyt is out the door. I works too hard do allow western influences to infiltrate my home.
Easter bunny, holloween all that get zero play over here.
Now 4th of Julythat’s a lil different
That’s the worst one
Money Be Green
Superstar
Studies prove that kids should use their imagination as much as possible because of the many benefits.
Ex.
language development
social skills
creativity
etc
I’ll post a couple articles but do your own research for proof.
APA PsycNet
psycnet.apa.org
The Importance of Imagination in Child Development
Learn about the crucial role of imagination in child development. Discover how imaginative play fosters creativity, problem-solving, and emotional growth.www.miracle-recreation.com
Rell84shots
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Every household in my family had a black Santa. My grandparents never wanted their kids giving credit to any cac.
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My parents NEVER let me believe in that bullshyt lol
THey wanted me to know that all my gifts came from them thru hard work
THey wanted me to know that all my gifts came from them thru hard work
Cornershooter
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I remember Christmas morning opening presents and my dad just saying we don’t have a chimney
Crazy thing I understood immediately
I've never like Santa Claus. 
I was actually afraid of Santa Claus when I was super young, due in part to him being white, and in part due to me being convinced he was an ancient eldritch demon-monster.
A bit of background: My dad had me watch Roots and similar movies at a young age so I was convinced for the longest time most if not all white people were racist. At the same time, I used to think Santa was real, like all kids. Between thinking he's racist, and thinking he's real, the idea of him never sat well with me. Even less so all the songs sang about him. "He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows when you've been bad or good" and all that. That shyt ain't normal. Is he sitting around looking in my window? Watching me when I'm sleeping? He;s out here haning upside down looking into my window or something? A whole ass dude can do that? I thought to myself, "No way. Either my parents are lying to me [I couldn't fathom this] or he's not human".
But it gets worse. He's been around for the longest time, lives in the North Pole which, thanks to the nature shows they used to show on tv, I assumed were teeming with violent polar bears and the most hostile weather and all that. I assumed anyone living that long over there can't be all human.
So you got this whole ass ancient ass white demon man who ain't human thing that can enter into people's houses through tiny chimneys, can see you when you can't see him, just outright knows all these things about you, has a horde of tiny elves at his beck and call, can make reindeer and a whole ass giant sled fly (at that point I assumed he could as well), and can show up at multiple malls at a time or is running between them at some blinding speed while being big and burly looking. I was confident in my inability to take him in a fight as well. That shyt terrified me.
It didn't help that after I actually sat down, thought about this shyt, I would have a reoccurring nightmare where Santa, as a glowing-eyed monster, was trying to kill me because I did not leave out enough milk and cookies and I had seen him which in his mind was a big no-no. I still recall that nightmare.
In any case, it was a great relief when I realized that he was not real.
I was actually afraid of Santa Claus when I was super young, due in part to him being white, and in part due to me being convinced he was an ancient eldritch demon-monster.
A bit of background: My dad had me watch Roots and similar movies at a young age so I was convinced for the longest time most if not all white people were racist. At the same time, I used to think Santa was real, like all kids. Between thinking he's racist, and thinking he's real, the idea of him never sat well with me. Even less so all the songs sang about him. "He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows when you've been bad or good" and all that. That shyt ain't normal. Is he sitting around looking in my window? Watching me when I'm sleeping? He;s out here haning upside down looking into my window or something? A whole ass dude can do that? I thought to myself, "No way. Either my parents are lying to me [I couldn't fathom this] or he's not human".
But it gets worse. He's been around for the longest time, lives in the North Pole which, thanks to the nature shows they used to show on tv, I assumed were teeming with violent polar bears and the most hostile weather and all that. I assumed anyone living that long over there can't be all human.
So you got this whole ass ancient ass white demon man who ain't human thing that can enter into people's houses through tiny chimneys, can see you when you can't see him, just outright knows all these things about you, has a horde of tiny elves at his beck and call, can make reindeer and a whole ass giant sled fly (at that point I assumed he could as well), and can show up at multiple malls at a time or is running between them at some blinding speed while being big and burly looking. I was confident in my inability to take him in a fight as well. That shyt terrified me.
It didn't help that after I actually sat down, thought about this shyt, I would have a reoccurring nightmare where Santa, as a glowing-eyed monster, was trying to kill me because I did not leave out enough milk and cookies and I had seen him which in his mind was a big no-no. I still recall that nightmare.
In any case, it was a great relief when I realized that he was not real.