How Old were you when you Stopped Believing in Santa?

I’m not sure the exact age (probably 5 or so) when it dawned on me we didn’t have a fireplace/chimney for Santa to come down. So How Does He Get In? I asked pointedly. Lots of evasion.. “he’s like Superman, he can go through walls…”

Uh-huh. Sure
 

6 or 7 , the neighbor kid told me, and I believed him.

Our oldest daughter was 7 or 8 one Xmas and finished opening several presents looked up and said "Is this all?" I gathered all 3 kids around and told them the facts, there is no Santa, no Easter bunny, no tooth fairy, It's all Mom and Dad money that buys all of it. The next Xmas and ever after the oldest would say "thank you , mom and dad". I never regretted killing Santa the bunny and the tooth fairy!
 
chic said:
I was 8. My parents never told me the truth about there being no Santa, so I had to confront them with it. They admitted it. I was devastated. It was hard to trust any adult again after that. For a while I would tease other kids who believed in Santa. Maybe because I was hurt and wanted to hurt others? IDK. I felt bad about this because they were so happy believing there was a Santa so I let it go and accepted my fate. But I would have preferred never to have been lied to about Santa in the first place. :unsure:
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The ironic thing is that Santa is associated with Christmas which is supposed to be the celebration of the Birth of Jesus, and Jesus was against lying. In fact, the one who is biblically associated with lying is the Devil.
 

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My grandson's parents were not together. His father told him to be good because Santa was coming with presents. He said "Mummy said there was no such thing as Santa" I felt so sad to see his little face. Anyway, the next morning he came running in to his father saying, "He came, He came" with this look of utter joy on his little face. Why spoil the magic with little innocent children. They will have to face harder things later in life.
 
Paladin1950 said:
Back in the 1950's we kids were more naive. We believed in Santa longer than they do now. My mother never had good timing or commonsense at times. One time she must have been mad at me about something. About 2 weeks before Christmas, she said to me, "Oh by the way, there is no Santa Claus!" I thought that was mean of her. Couldn't she given me just one more Christmas, and tell me after December 25th? I can't remember what age I was. I just remember how mean it was of her to say it.
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The experience is similar to finding out that the religion that we once considered true was actually a lie.
 
Olivia said:
I don't remember ever believing in Santa. My dad was tough military; l don't think he would have gone for that. But l enjoyed Christmas santa when l was older. If l had children, l would have gone along with it and enjoyed it with them vicariously.
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My father was totally against it once he saw that it was being extended beyond a certain age and began trying to sabotage the charade.
 
oscash said:
My grandson's parents were not together. His father told him to be good because Santa was coming with presents. He said "Mummy said there was no such thing as Santa" I felt so sad to see his little face. Anyway, the next morning he came running in to his father saying, "He came, He came" with this look of utter joy on his little face. Why spoil the magic with little innocent children. They will have to face harder things later in life.
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That's exactly the reason why my mother told me she had kept me believing for so ridiculously long, because she wanted to perpetuate the magic world in which toys were free and this magical elderly fat man would deliver them via gravity-defying sled pulled by flying reindeer.

When fellow students and teachers would tell me differently, I would tell her and she would say:

"Are you going to believe them instead of me? Would I ever lie to you?"

Once she placed her honesty as an assurance, I had no choice but to believe her.

You see, as a younger child she had previously had me repeating after her that she was "verdadera" meaning truthful.

So when I was suddenly and unceremoniously told as we were walking down a street, I almost blacked out and had to hold on to a light pole in order to prevent myself from hitting the ground. Later, when the subject came up, she would casually mention how I had almost blacked out when she had told me. Never seemed to realize the deep psychological anguish she had caused me when I realized that I had been duped and that my idea of reality had been totally wrong. All because I had trusted her.
 
No problem! I never believed in the Santa fairy tale. Today I don't believe in Christmas since the main purpose of Christmas is to get you to buy a bunch of stuff you don't need. The business community wins; you lose with a high credit card debt.

Where I live they are already selling eggnog. Eggnog on October 8th! We haven't even had Halloween!
 
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