When you found out that there was no Santa Claus............

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When you were a kid, and you found out there was no Santa Claus, did you keep up the bit about believing just to get presents? A buddy, Jeffrey, clued me in that there was no Santa Claus. ( Years later, Jeff also clued me in about the birds and the bees, too.) So, it was your parents, who gave you stuff, huh? I figured if they believed, well then I believed in the old guy. Why rock the boat. Did you keep up the bit about believing just to get presents? BTW, how did you find the truth about Santa?

BTW #2. I told my 5 year old cousin, Sherill, that the was no Santa. She said yes, there was; and beat me up.
 

Must have around 5yearsold ..and just before Christmas I saw my mother and sis walking up the lane
with my big dolls pram -couldn't sleep that night … they thought I was asleep ..
 

A neighborhood girl told me about Santa when I was about 7yrs old. I never told anyone even my older sister. Also my older brother and his baby boy lived with us at the time so I kept my mouth shut.
 
When I was 5 my big brother, who was in elementary school, told me that Santa was our parents. I didn't believe him. He figured out that the unwrapped presents were on the upper shelf of our parent's bedroom closet. He got a chair and climbed up there to see what we were getting, while he stationed me at the door as a lookout. It was fun finding out early, but oh so naughty! Still not convinced that Santa was not involved in at least some of the gifts under the tree, I stayed up all night waiting, on Christmas Eve, since my bedroom had a direct view of the Christmas tree. That was the worst Christmas ever and I was so sleepy all day long.
I never told any other children about Santa. I had younger brothers and I wanted them to believe as long as they could.
 
I was about 8 and believed in Santa and got excited at finding a pillowcase with pressies and fruit and Imlerial Leather bath cubes etc.
When my Mother decided to disclose that there is no Santa I took it well and didnt bat an eyelid and yet I was a firm believer in Santa
 
I found gifts on the top shelf of my Moms linen closet. They were addressed to me from Santa. I didn't say anything and by the next year it was obvious there was no Santa.
Long after I found out there was no Santa I still believed in the Easter bunny. How stupid was that? Thank goodness I didn't mention the bunny to my school friends.
 
Before we went to Hawaii, I had a little maple table and chairs. Our furniture and household things were stored until we came back after the war. Until my parents bought a house, we stayed with my grandparents and were there through the Christmas season. When my brother and I went downstairs on Christmas morning, there were the table and chairs next to the tree. That's when I knew. I was six. It didn't ruin Christmas for me. Heck, I got a doll that really wet and a little doll carriage for her.
 
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There was no revelation for me, just a gradual realization but I had younger sibs so the pretense went on for several years
 
Ruth n Jersey said:
I found gifts on the top shelf of my Moms linen closet. They were addressed to me from Santa. I didn't say anything and by the next year it was obvious there was no Santa.
Long after I found out there was no Santa I still believed in the Easter bunny. How stupid was that? Thank goodness I didn't mention the bunny to my school friends.
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I think I found gifts and figured it out similar to this.
 
Too far back - I can't honestly remember my age (although it was before I was married -thankfully my wife didn't have to break the news to me).
Seriously, I do remember that I was saddened by the knowledge. It had come over a couple of years from other kids but at first I didn't believe them. Looking back, I did enjoy the mysticism of Santa coming down the chimney and my mom leaving out the milk or hot chocolate and cookies(which I now know my father ate). Writing my note of the toys that I wanted and burning it in the fireplace so that Santa would get the message.

IMHO, no harm done by believing and a pleasant little part of life before you entered the "real world".
 
I may have been 6 one xmas eve I heard my parents talking downstairs in the living room where the tree was,from then on I figured it out
My sister{a yr older than me} and I couldn't say anything to our younger brother for a couple of years.I don't think I was upset learning the truth
 
Became suspicious (don't remember age, but probably younger than 6) when it dawned on me that our house had no chimney/fireplace. "How does he get in?" I asked my mother. "he's like Superman, he can go through walls," she replied after some hesitation. Um, yeah. Right. That was too much of a stretch!
 
I was seven years old. I woke up about 10 pm and had to go to the bathroom. To do that, I had to walk past where the Christmas tree was. My parents were still up, but I noticed the gifts were already under the tree and my stocking was filled. I had some tough questions for my parents and they tried to explain it away by saying that the things already there were from them, but Santa was coming later with more things. Okaaaayyyy....not really convinced.
 
I was 8 years old and told by classmates there was no Santa. I was devastated that my parents could lie to me about something so (Important :giggle:), and furious that their lie caused me so much pain upon its discovery. It took all the magic out of Christmas for me.
 
mike4lorie said:
What... He's not real... Really? But...
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We never told our kids Santa Claus was real (or the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy, either). I was not told Santa Claus was real. I was not at all deprived. I don't understand the point of telling kids lies, even charming, friendly ones like these.

I do think kids can understand the meaning of "symbol" at a pretty early age, and can understand that Santa is a symbol of Christmas, but why encourage them to believe something that is not true?

However, I love "The Night Before Christmas," and all the other myths that go along with Santa. Certainly nothing wrong with them, as long as kids aren't taught to take them literally. To me, Santa has always been in the same category as the nutcracker doll that turns into a prince.
 
I don’t remember how old I was, but I was pretty upset and didn’t believe who ever told me. But even at a young age, a little common sense settled in and I woke up to the fact that it was true. That, and the fact I saw my parents putting presents under the tree the next Christmas.
 
My parents taught us that Santa Claus was a fun little game we played every year, not a real person. We had fun with it, but we never believed. I think that was a healthy way to grow up.
 

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