How did you tell your parents that you no longer believed in Santa Claus?

Then again I had a cousin who's parents were so rabid about believing that we were forbidden to tell poor Mitch the truth...until he was maybe fifteen:rolleyes:
 

My mother assumed that because I was 9, I no longer believed in Santa. She called me from a department store to ask whether I'd read a certain Cherry Ames book she was buying me for Christmas, saying that since I knew Santa wasn't real it didn't matter if she asked me about the book.

I was shocked. I made super sure my kids believed in Santa. Then I told them when they asked at around age 7 or 8 if Santa was real, and I said yes, but he didn't bring presents to children who didn't believe in him. After that, I heard the kids talking about how they would check the handwriting on the gift tags that Christmas to see if it was mine. I ordered pre-printed gift tags for each child that year -- To X, Love Santa Claus -- they had a picture of Santa on them.

They were 13 and 14 when I finally had a family meeting and told them the truth. By then, of course, they had been pretending for years ... for me.
 
As I remember our Primary School teacher decided to tell her class of eight/nine year olds that Santa didn't exist( no idea why) and I went home and told my parents what she'd said. I was told to shut up so my three old sister didn't hear!!
 
My brother, 'The Mistake', was 10 years younger than me. He still believed in Santa/Bunny. On Easter, the Bunny came. Next door, since the parents didn't like all that candy, he brought coloring books. Their kids figured out who the real Bunny was. The kids were the same age as my brother. They didn't say anything to my brother, but they clearly weren't enjoying the magic my brother was having.
 
I didn't really have to tell them. After awhile it was just understood. The funny part of it was that I believed in the Easter bunny long after I stopped believing in Santa. Seems to me a kid with any brains would figure out if Santa didn't exist there certainly wasn't some enormous bunny running around handing out Easter baskets full of candy. I guess my brains were in my feet back then.
 

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