So, how old were you when you found out there was no Santa Claus?

Personally, I was 9. Didn't really affect me, though, because there were still a bunch of presents for me under the tree on Xmas morning!

:(

Must be because I was the youngest one.

... I've believed a lie all these years?

*lip quivers*

;)

They're all secret freepers. I saw Santa fly overhead at midnight two nights ago. I actually put down my bottle of schnapps and waved. Unfortunatly I locked myself out of the house and had to get a key from the neighbors. They were not happy.

We found Santa's suit one summer when I was around six or seven. We figured it out from there.

I felt rather sad when I found out, I guess because it was nice to think that somewhere there was a man who cared about me. My mother had divorced and refused to let my father see me again.

so I guess the answer would be never.

I don't know what is wrong with parents today. So many of them see no problem with lying to children. You wonder how people like Bushie get started? It starts when you're very young and people you trust work hard to deceive you. That's how they get started down the path of that type of life-style where the truth doesn't matter. Parents today have so few morals.

Teaches kids to lie, imo.

All the cousins were at Grandma's. I took a pecan from a bowl on the counter and bit into it, but decided I didn't want it so I put it back in the bowl with my teeth marks in it. I got that nut in my stocking the next morning. My mom could tell something was wrong so she pulled me aside and begged me not to spoil it for my younger cousins

when the rumor mill at school started going around. i never told my mom though - she worked so hard to make it special and magical for us.

I think I was around 9 or 10. I don't remember any great earth-shaking moment of epiphany, though. I just remember that one Christmas I believed in Santa and the next Christmas I didn't, it really wasn't a big deal for me.

I remember before I was in kindergarten I wa telling people I knew there really wasn't a Santa Claus. It's not that I was a bah humbug or anything--just that: 1) we had a furnace and no fireplace so I knew he wasn't gettin' in that way, and 2)I saw presents showing up under the tree for weeks before Xmas what was Santa gonna do--deliver them a SECOND time or something?

I know perhaps too clinical for one so young....but there you have it.

I was like, yeah, right, Guy in suit's going to bring me stuff. Ha.

I still need proof before I believe anything!

Maybe I did and was just too young to remember. The parental units would do the leaving cookies out for Santa thing. I'd just sneak out to the LR during the night and eat them myself. :evilgrin:

I was told later they felt it was perpetuating a false illusion and they believed in telling me the truth early, so when I asked about Santa when I was 3, they told me there was no Santa, but it represents the goodness of giving gifts. I don't remember any of this, but they told me later.
I think a little fantasy is ok for children. Reality hits them soon enough in life as it is. My oldest stopped believing at 10, the rest still do (but my 9 year old isn't so sure, so I think this is it).

Seven year old brother came up with the smoking gun. Marked items that turned up in the stockings. We didn't care as long as we got the loot.

she was one of those that believed kids shouldn't watch "the boob tube" (she really called it that) and would make kids wear chewed gum on the tips of their noses if they were caught chewing and once made a distinctive gesture with a ruler that implied she was perfectly willing to retire the hard way if a kid got out of line. Anyway, she started in on Christmas and commercialism and took a little poll about how many of us six year olds believed in Santa. I was one of those kids that *had* to be contrary, so I was in the doubters club. I had been on the fence until then, but I caught on she was giving us a weird grown-up style heads up--the jolly fatman was a myth. The chatter around afternoon recess was pretty grim for ol' St. Nick after that.

I don't really remember it though. But I don't remember what I was doing 2 hours ago.

told me at my grandmother's house the day after Christmas.

She was 15 and was just being a right bitch. I am the youngest in the family and everyone wanted to keep the illusion alive for a few more years, but no older sister had to spoil it.

My father actually slapped her and that was the only time he ever hit any of us.

BTW, she's still the same way. Some things never change.

You'll ruin his whole world, poor little guy.

:P

That encourages people to give and think of others but I think as long as a gift is given this time of year out of kindness and happiness and good will he will always exist.


(Yes, feel free to tease me.)